Nora
Taking one last look in Flavius's direction, I strip out of my clothes, stuffing them into my bag. Stretching my body, I take off into the sky at full force my wings cutting through the air. I have been so busy recently that I had completely forgotten about the butcher whom I have left poisoned in the dungeon for nearly two days. I cannot believe I allowed myself to leave him down there for so long. What if Gwen has gone looking for him? My mistake could cost us greatly. I land swiftly in front of the castle, letting out a huff of air, and fazing back into human form. The guards eye me up as I change back into my clothing once again. I shift my eyes in their direction, making eye contact with one of the guards. He coughs uncomfortably and looks away. I walk quickly through the halls of the castle. A weight presses down on my body as stress fills my entire being. How could I allow myself to
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