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"I need to talk to him," I said to Jennie, my frustration bubbling beneath the surface. But she remained unyielding.
"My lady, Lord John said you should rest," she replied, her tone clipped.
"It's been two days! I have rested," I shot back, feeling suffocated by the walls of this place. I needed to speak with him—there was too much left unsaid. The events that unfolded felt too real to dismiss as mere illusion, and I was certain he had seen things too. Why wouldn't he talk to me?
"Just tell me where he is. I need him. I need to talk to him," I implored, desperation creeping into my voice.
"My lady, I can't say. He specifically told me not to," Jennie insisted, her expression unreadable.
