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CHAPTER 380
~Titania's POV~
It was one thing for Dristan to go after me and Astraea, but for him to do that to Marianne was uncalled for and terrible.
Not that I cared too deeply. But if the White Witches were getting involved… that was a problem.
If they started digging into Marianne's memories or anyone else's, things best left buried would come crawling into the light. Things Astraea and I couldn't afford to have exposed.
I glanced at the clock on my wrist — 9:04 p.m. The soft ticking only worsened my nerves. Astraea was still not back from checking on Marianne.
My heel tapped against the marble floor, sharp and rhythmic, echoing my irritation.
Everything lately had been chaos — classes, the investigations, Valerie. Always Valerie.
The door finally creaked open. Astraea stepped in, strands of her chestnut hair sticking to her temples, her expression grim.
"Cousin," I greeted tightly.
She nodded. "Titania."
"What did you find?"
