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... or like it might offer him guidance.
"I... I’m pursuing Opehlia."
The words were soft. Hesitant. But they carried enough weight to shift the entire room.
Isabella’s head tilted in slow motion, her brows rising in an arc of sharp suspicion. She blinked at him once, then twice—almost mirroring him—before her lips parted just a little, and she turned to Glimora with a single silent look.
The beast, curled up by her feet, blinked back up at her. One ear twitched, then ...
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