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CHAPTER 63

Elsie's POV

Five hours later.

My brain felt like it had been wrung out, dried, and slapped against a gilded ballroom floor.

Kael leaned back in his chair like he hadn’t just dumped the equivalent of a political war manual into my skull. Meanwhile, I sat there stiff-backed and sore-footed, blinkin...