“No." Farida’s smile thinned slightly. “I said, kneel.”I looked at her slowly, exhaustion twisting inside me so violently I almost started laughing again. “You stole my ceremony, my mate, my title, and now you want my dignity too?” I tilted my head. “Greedy.”A sharp murmur spread through the room.Farida’s eyes hardened. “Mind your tongue.”“Oh, now we care about manners?” I asked softly. “I've set bones without anesthesia," I said pleasantly. "Delivered breech pups at midnight. Sat with dying men so they wouldn't cross alone." I tilted my head exactly the way she had. "I don't kneel for people who've never bled for anything in their lives.""Bold words," Farida said softly, "for someone standing in a puddle.""Bold seat," I shot back, "for someone who didn't earn it."An elder cleared his throat sharply. "Luna Farida, we apologize for —"I laughed out loud at that. "You're apologizing to her?" I looked around the room in disbelief. "I'm the one standing here soaking wet being accu
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