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Chapter Thirteen

Valentine descended the steps like an angel, her silvery-blond hair piled high on her head and the train of her snow-white gown flowing behind her. Julian exhaled, "Bloody hell," as she did so.

Well, we did want to track her down, didn't we? Weakly whispering, Portia.

Not if we're outnumbered and in her territory, I say. He counted the stairs to the entrance as he cast a glimpse behind them. I must get you out of here, you idiot."

The other dancers were split apart by Valentine's royal presence like an icy ice floe. Portia had made an effort to block out the woman's stunning beauty, but as she glided towards them with her jewel-encrusted slippers barely touching the marble floor, Portia felt herself contracting into a small, ungainly troll.

Valentine came to a stop in front of them, her feline eyes flitting back and forth between the chain and collar. She asked, her disapproving eyes sweeping over Portia, "And what's this, mon cher?" "A peace sacrifice? Have the kitten's charms alread
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