Cassius POVI am in the throne room when she arrives.The doors slam open.I do not turn around. I already know who it is. I can smell her perfume from across the room. Heavy. Cloying. Like flowers left in the sun too long.Kendal.She storms in like a hurricane. Her heels click against the stone floor. Her skirts swish. Her guards scramble to keep up."You," she says.I turn.She stands in the middle of the room. Her face is red. Her eyes are wild. Her hands are clenched at her sides.She is furious.Good."Good morning, Kendal," I say."Do not good morning me.""Then what would you prefer? Good afternoon? It is not afternoon yet.""Do not mock me.""I am not mocking. I am asking a question."She stalks toward me. Her guards hang back. They know better than to get between us when she is like this."I heard about the slave," she says."Which slave?""Do not play dumb with me. The werewolf. The one in your bed. The one you assigned a personal guard to.""I have many slaves.""I am talk
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