Chapter 7 The Seamstress and the Spy

“Fix your posture, Eris. This isn’t a stable. You can’t just walk through the West Wing like you’re still in the slums, duh.”

Dominique’s voice cut through the hallway, sharp and grating. We had just finished dinner—a meal that would have been a luxury to anyone else, but to me, it tasted like ash. ...

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