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“Brother, what is wrong?”

“It’s Ergoth!” Brovdir said. “We ungagged him to eat, and he muttered an incantation in the wind.”

Govek’s whole body went cold.

“He’s sent a wild cat. To kill Miranda.”

Chapter

Thirty-Two

MIRANDA

Miranda collapsed on the log next to the falls, screamed her rage into the vicious hurtling water, and buried her face in her hands. Her cheeks were soaked. Her eyes were swollen and stinging, and her throat burned.

Everything was crumbling apart. Just like Earth.

What was she going to do?

She wanted to scream at Govek, hunt him down so she could shake some sense into him.

Hold him and coax him into agreeing with her.

She’d told him she didn’t want to be his mate anymore.

What had she done?

Another sob broke. What was she going to do now? She had to talk to Evythiken. Had to know what had happened to her on Earth. It would drive her insane if she didn’t. She could never stop thinking about it.

But if she lost Govek... she wasn’t sure she’d ever recover from that, either.

Was she really going to have to choose? She brought her knees up and rocked herself.

“Miranda, there you... Fades, are you all right?”

She gasped, sprang up, and tried to wipe her tears away.

Viravia was there. Right behind her. Cupping her stomach with one hand and holding a basket full of colorful leaves and grasses with another.

“Oh gosh, uh . . .” Miranda’s voice came out stilted and choked. “I’m . . . w-what are you doing up here? How did you even . . .?”

Viravia cupped her stomach. “It wasn’t easy, but I’m not an invalid.”

Miranda’s brow screwed up. Hadn’t she been struggling to walk from her home to the hall?

It didn’t make sense.

“I was gathering flowers for you when I saw you running up here alone and... what happened? Where is Govek?”

“Gathering... flowers for me?” Miranda said, unwilling to talk about Govek yet. She could barely think his name without her eyes flooding with tears.

“Yes, you’ve been through a trial. Both of you.”

She was right, damn it, Govek had gone through so much, and she’d treated his worries like trash.

And he’d tried to force her hand.

What was she going to do?

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