|Chapter 3: Part 8|
“Shouldn’t you be in bed already instead of moping about, Jacoby? Dawn will be coming soon.” Lucretia said as she leaned against the archway. Jacoby scoffed at her, “Do not mock my sadness woman, I do not need you or anyone else to tell me to go to bed.” Lucretia raised a brow, “Is this about Mira? She isn’t dead because Mathias brought her back, they’re getting married next week. I figured Thorne would have told you by now.”
Jacoby’s ears came to attention as he stood up quickly, glaring at Lucretia with fury raging within his veins Lucretia smirked slightly, “My, you seem so shocked about the news. What is it, Jacoby? I thought you wanted Mira to live?” He stayed silent, wanting to speak but hesitated. He clutched his fist tightly as his eyes glowed with intense anger. Mira was to be married, and not to him. He knew she was not his to begin with, but it still filled his mind with fire all the same.
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