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Sophie blinked. 

When Linh had said that she might be exiled, Sophie had panicked. But, when Councillor Emery said that she will be facing exile as of now, she freaked out. 

The words felt like a smack to her pride.

She started hyperventilating. Cold sweat broke out on her pale, yet flushed face. Sophie gulped for air, struggling to take deep and even breaths.

The Black Swan could let her stay in one of their hideouts. But what about Grady and Edaline? 

Her breathing got more and more harried as she got more and more hysterical.

"Breathe Foster." 

A calming, ice-blue wind rushed its way into her panicked mind.  

Sophie looked to her hands. Keefe had taken off one of of her gloves; he had sent one of those calming breezes to her. 

Sophie took a deep breath and smiled. "Thanks Keefe."  

Keefe smirked. "Anything for the Mysterious Miss F." 

He winked. 

Sophie flushed a pleasant shade of pink. 

She turned to the Councillors. An idea was starting to form in her mind. 

Keefe grinned at her. "Go ahead Foster, amaze us with your incredible solution." 

Sophie opened her mouth to speak, giving Keefe another smile in return. "What if we find her within a certain amount of time?" 

Emery frowned. 

But Sophie continued with her idea. "What if we find her in," she paused for a second, "Let's say, three days." 

Alina started, "Ms. Foster, I am not-" 

Sophie interrupted, turning to face her friends as she directed the question to them. "Will that be enough time for us to find her?" 

They all nodded. Although, Tam hesitated for a second before doing so.

So did Dex.

And Fitz. 

Even Biana. 

Sophie looked at Councillor Emery. "If we do, then will my family and I be freed of any chance of being exiled?"

Emery sighed. "Well Ms. Foster, that will be up for debate."

He closed his eyes, pressing his hands to his temple as he had a telepathic conversation with the other Councillors.

Sophie started counting the seconds as they passed by. 

One.

Two.

Three... 

One-hundred and twenty had passed before Councillor Emery opened his eyes again. 

"Well," he sighed, "I'm sorry Ms. Foster." 




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