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way up my throat, bu
cotton of my nightgown clung to my skin. My heart hammere
came a se
. An old wound-a gift from a silver-laced dagger, years ago. It
, it wa
, the fury twisting Gideon's face. Damien's elder brother. A man who would stop a
clair. My
thinking. My body
always there, a constant remi
ker, shuffled in, her gray hair pulled back in a neat bun, carryi
ss Aria?" she asked, h
eadbare pillows. The movement sent another wave of fire
ed gently, setting the bowl on my beds
bitter, earthy. I took it without a word, the warmth
but the bitterness in my mouth was nothi
and. It was the only thing of value in this sparse room. A fi
r. "Fewer and fewer people come to visit since the King took the t
for whom I risked my life to pave the way. But once he's reached his goal
ar on my right wrist. Years of wearing
I said, my
to. A sliver of hope that once the political dust settled, o
ilver-white hair-a shade that marked me as different, a constant remind
t tonight," she said, her voice careful
embled, just
ni
t made me dizzy. Was this it? Was he finally going to
the emotion down. "I'll be
deafening. It pressed in on me, a physical we
the Obsidian Citadel rose like jagged teeth against the pale sky. The
sed to greet me with a respectful nod, a flicker of admiration in their
ift in the air, in the way people
mach t
box before I finally opened it. Inside, nestled on a bed of faded velvet, was a d
fingers clutching mine. "Protect him, Aria. Be his shadow, his b
ssinations, poisons, stealth, protection-wherever he
metal cool against my skin. It was my las
ers of two young maids. My hearing, honed by years of training,
dered the Luna's suite to
sabelle Vance is returning
me like a p
ily backed the King's ascensio
a? She took a b
eless wolfless now-can't even shift.
d as they moved
draining from my face un
el V
mian's childhood sweetheart. A female wo
nothin
crest, once a symbol of hope and duty, now felt lik
sting a warm, golden l
er felt so co

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