Chapter 61: The Regret Of Arianna
"I'm going to make him do my bidding. He'll help me secure back my place in the palace," Ariana muttered, chin raised defiantly as she turned away from the fire.
Anne stared at her from her spot near the logs, a skeptical brow arched. "Him? Heath? You think he helps people?"
Ariana ignored her. Her voice tightened as she adjusted her cloak. "He owes me. And debt… is the one thing Heath respects."
With a swish of fabric and clenched fists, she disappeared into the darkened woods.
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The forest stretched out in gnarled silence, its ancient limbs clawing at the night like brittle fingers. Every twig beneath her boots snapped like a warning. The moonlight filtered through the canopy in broken streaks, illuminating the mist rising from the earth. Ariana's breath caught in her throat as she neared the clearing, where secrets didn't hide—they waited.
She saw him.
