Chapter 16 The Silk Armor

SAFFRON.

"I didn't break her wrist," I said quietly, staring at my unfamiliar reflection in the gilded, floor-to-ceiling mirror.

"You were merciful, My Lady," Gael rumbled from his post by the heavy oak doors of the East Wing suite. His yellow eyes scanned the lavish room with deep disgust. "A hai...

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