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Dumping The Ice King His Mini-Tyrant novel Chapter 127

Chapter 127

Selene glanced up at the steps. As soon as Dames saw her, his lips jutted out in a sulk. He turned away, arms folded across his chest, refusing to spare her a single glance.

Felicity’s voice rang out, sharp and indignant. “Selene, honestly, you’re far too superstitious! Always praying and lighting candles–how is Dames ever supposed to hold his head high with you doing things like that?”

“Flick’s right!” Dames piped up immediately, eager to back up anything Felicity said. Just moments ago, he’d been wandering around the chapel until Felicity called him over, pointing out the blessing card and candle bearing both his and Daph’s names.

Daph wasn’t even part of the Vaughn family anymore. Yet there her name was, right beside his–the bona fide heir of the Vaughns. The more Dames thought about it, the angrier he got.

“Hey!” he shouted at Selene.

“Blow out that candle you lit for me! I don’t want anything–anything at all–to do with you anymore!”

Father Benedict’s face tightened in concern. “Mr. Vaughn…” he began, casting a meaningful look at Harrison, silently urging him to rein in his son.

“Father Benedict,” Selene’s voice was gentle but unwavering. The priest turned to her. Against her fair, calm features, Selene’s dark eyes shone with a quiet, resolute

determination.

“We’ll do as young Mr. Vaughn wishes. I won’t light another candle for him. Not

ever.”

Father Benedict opened his mouth to say more, but after flicking his gaze between Selene and Dames, he simply let out a weary sigh.

A cool mountain breeze drifted through the old abbey, making the red wish tags hanging from the great oak tree outside tinkle softly.

The stairway stood between the two families, a silent divide.

“Young man,” Father Benedict said, “come, I’ll show you. If you don’t want the candle your mother lit for you, then you should be the one to put it out.”

He started up the steps.

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Chapter 127

Chapter 127 1

“I did,” Selene replied, her smile tinged with sadness. “But no prayer can make someone love you if they don’t. It’s time I let go and stopped holding on to false hope.”

Chapter 127 2

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