The Hidden True Bloodline's Fated Revenge

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servant's hand remained frozen in the air, his face a picture of s

s on the way to see the Matriarch. She tugged at my arm, her

image I had just built would crumble into "cowardly" and "unsoph

, may I ask what crime this child has committed to warrant such treatment?

as taken aback. A sneer quickly replaced his surprise. "Miss, these are the manor's rules

itnessed exactly what happened. Leo hadn't dirtied the corridor-the tray had fallen

I just watched you shove this child. The tray fell becaus

ercy to the weak, especially to children who have not yet come of age. Mrs. Gable, are

As an Elder, she had to uphold the Pack's

She gave me a long, hard look, a complex mixture of

Goddess's teachings are, of course, paramount. However, mist

actually made the mistake," I said immediately befo

ces on the floor and looked gently

eo," the bo

these broken pieces could hurt someone. Could you fetch the cl

then nodded vigo

en blamed him for the mess you caused. As an adult, your duty is to guide the young, not vent your frustrations on them. I'm s

pheld Mrs. Gable's authority, and demons

he servant sternly. "You. One day in the reflection cham

ashen, mumbled his ass

had transformed from con

e warmer than it had ever been. "Mi

hild that way," I said, lowering my

cipated," Mrs. Gable murmured. "Come,

s moment, Mrs. Gable was no longer just my

re a pair of massive oak doors carved with the

ce, old but powerful, cal

. Lady Beatrice. I was

. Gable into a spacious, opulent roo

a dark gown, holding a staff topped with a moonstone.

ed from my past life when a bell-li

escorting Isela. They saw me, and