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... proposal.
By the time the council was dismissed, the centre table had been split clean down the middle, and Sebastian’s nose was broken for calling Evadne ’nothing but a royal mare to be bred with and nothing special.’
We thought that was chaos enough for one summit.
We were wrong.
Before dawn, Lilith found the weapons dealer who’d sold her the ashen blade. His home, a catacomb of twisting tunnels beneath the old market with crates of smuggled steel lined the wall ...
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