Broken. Ada was broken. “This is what he wants, you know,” Charity said softly. Ada raised her head with great effort, just discerning the glint of Charity’s white hair in the darkness. She could not see her face, but was relieved that the silver eyes were not glowing. “It is my fault. He was torturing you to test me. There were no advances to be made, Charity,” Ada whispered. “He’s lying.” Charity’s voice was sharper than Ada had ever heard it. “He’s not, Charity—” “He is, Ada.” Charity reached behind the chair and grabbed Ada’s wrist, dragging her out. Ada half-crawled, half-hopped out of her nest, scrubbing at her eyes. Charity kindly waited until Ada was standing before she grabbed her shoulders and shook her. “If it was a test, Ada, why did he summon me again? If you passed this test, why is he still calling on Christian?” Charity’s hands shook where they gripped Ada’s shoulders, her nails digging through the thin fabric of Ada’s gown.
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