“Where is she?” a male voice screamed, voice echoing off the stone. My heart pounded, slamming against my ribs. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, lord, I—” “Where the fuck is she?” Heavy footsteps approached, and I shook, waiting for the storm I knew was coming. Around me, others were waking up. “What’s going on?” someone asked, and immediately I recognized the voice as Enid. I groaned internally. Yet another thing to add to her list of grievances with me. The door to the dormitory slammed open and a tall figure stood framed in the entrance. I hated myself for the thrill that shot
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