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... ith each sharp turn. The afternoon light streaming through her windows did nothing to warm the ice that had settled in her chest, rage, cold and crystalline, that she’d been nursing since the courtyard.
That bitch. That fire-wielding psychopath had humiliated Isolde in front of half the court, had revealed the girl’s crimes as though Vetra herself hadn’t carefully cultivated those same cruelties for years. And now Soren, her stepson, the boy she’d raised, the emperor she’d controlled, ha ...
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