I guided Amelia through the palace corridors, her hand still clasped in mine. Blood stained the hem of her dress, Victoria's final mark upon her, though this one she wore like a badge of honor rather than a wound. Her steps matched mine, unhurried and steady. No trembling, no hesitation, no tears for the woman whose heart I had torn out minutes before. Pride swelled in my chest. My queen had witnessed wolf justice in its rawest form and hadn't flinched away. More than that – she had sanctioned it, approved it, found satisfaction in it.'She is perfect,' Ares crowed in my mind, his satisfaction rolling through our shared consciousness like thunder. 'Did you see her eyes? Gold-green. Athena wanted blood too.'Indeed, the memory of Amelia's eyes shifting in the throne room replayed in my mind – that moment when Athena had surged forward, predatory instinct overriding human sensibilities. Not entirely, though. There had been control there, restraint born not of fear but of choice. She had
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