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Chapter 81

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Gwyn Pov

Gwyn watched with mild interest as the human wait staff shuffled about the large dining area decorating and setting the table with food only fit for a king. Tonight was the feast before the execution and it was sure to be a grand one…

"What is that?!" Gwyn demanded when a male waiter tried to pass her quickly. The man froze in place; fear clouding his features. He was dressed the way all the servants were this evening, black button down and slacks with a bright red bow tie.

"Uh its-its uh ba-bal" The man was so afraid that he could barely speak. Gwyn hardened her already cold features and pinned him with a death glare.

"Are those balloons?" she sneered already knowing the response. The poor human looked down at the multicolored unfilled bands

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