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CHAPTER 400
~Snow's POV~
Later That Night – Gazebo
The crisp night air did little to soothe my frustration.
I sat in the gazebo, a glass of whiskey in hand, staring blankly at the moonlit garden.
I had signed the papers.
I had done what Zara wanted.
So why did it feel like I had just made the biggest mistake of my life?
"Drinking alone?"
I exhaled harshly. "Go away, Vera."
Ignoring me, she glided into the gazebo, carrying a tray with a small cake and another glass of whiskey.
"Don't be like that," she cooed, setting it down in front of me. "I thought we could celebrate. After all, you're finally free."
I scoffed, swirling the amber liquid in my glass. "I'm not free."
Vera's eyes flickered dangerously, but she kept her tone light. "Not yet. But soon."