CHAPTER 283

GISELLE'S POV

The noise in the hall was a constant, grating buzz. I stood behind Aris’s chair, my veil pulled tight, my eyes scanning the faces. Crimson Fang pack, Iron Claws, Stone Maw… all here for the summit. All here for protection or profit. I was supposed to be Aris’s emissary, a quiet ob...

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