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She would never forget how those guards had leered at her naked body, why her uncle had sold her to Duke Perrington.
Marion merely said, “When you kill my uncle, ask him yourself.�
Rowan leaned into the thin veil of flame now melting into night-sweet air and nipped her lower lip. A sharp, wicked bite. “There’s my Fireheart.�
Two queens—there were two queens among them, Dorian realized.
