Chapter 129 One-hundred And Twenty-nine

• Abel
• The woman who opened the door had Millicent's features. Other than the eye color, I would've mistaken her for an older version of Millicent. They had the same direct gaze that seemed to see through facades. But where Millicent's eyes had once held warmth when she looked at me, Alicia Adams's held only cold recognition.
• "Your Majesty," she said quietly, the formal address loaded with accusation.