Web of Betrothal

GAEL'S POV

A faint tickle on my ankle alerted me to Calypso's presence. The tiny spider scurried up my leg, her eight legs moving in perfect synchronization.

"Gael," she chittered, her voice barely above a whisper, "I've got news."

I held out my palm, allowing her to crawl onto my hand. Her multiple eyes glinted in the sunlight as she settled. "Did you find the book in Father's study?"

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