The Rejected True Heiress (Liora and Callum) novel Chapter 450

Liora’s POV

I could still hear the music faintly pumping through the palace walls, even though it had been hours since the guard locked me in my room.

I’d been pacing my floor for most of those hours, biting my lips until they were raw, my mind racing the entire time. I knew I needed to leave, but I just didn’t know how. And leaving meant walking away from my father, who wasn’t acting like himself. From my mother, who, despite all of her shortcomings, laid sick in bed.

And from Marcus.

Marcus, who I still hadn’t heard a peep from since the mindlink was suddenly and inexplicably severed.

I wasn’t stupid. I had felt his pain and anguish through the bond we shared, and I knew what it meant. If I hadn’t heard from him or felt his presence for this long, then the implications were obvious.

I just hoped I was wrong.

More than once, I attempted knocking on the door, trying desperately to convince the guard on the other side to let me out. But no matter how much I pleaded, he wouldn’t open the door. His shadow remained on the other side like a sentinel for a gilded cage.

Worst of all, I didn’t know where Callum was, or if he was safe, and I had no way to contact him.

I truly was trapped.

Another hour passed. The noise quieted a little as the guests began to go home, but I could still hear voices and laughter drifting up through the floors. I wondered if Callum was amongst those people, perhaps being forced to sit by Bianca’s side just as I had been forced to be with Ambrose.

The very thought made me sick.

I had just sunk onto my bed, massaging my sore feet, when I heard it.

A tap on my window.

I turned my head toward the noise. For a moment, there was nothing, and I assumed it was the wind making something hit the glass. But then, I saw something small and round arc up toward the window, and it hit the pane again.

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