Maya's POVBy day three, I'd learned that "personal assistant" was, at best, a generous description of the job."Explain to me again," I said, staring down at a plate arranged with what looked like eleven identical pieces of seared duck, "why I'm tasting all of these.""Council banquet is Friday," Elias said, not looking up from his tablet. "Alpha Ashford can't be seen eating something that disagrees with him in front of forty visiting Alphas. Imagine the headlines. Supreme Alpha Excuses Himself Mid-Toast. Pack morale would never recover.""So I'm a food taster.""You're quality control." Elias finally glanced up, entirely too pleased with himself. "Very important role. Extremely dignified.""This feels like something out of a medieval court.""Welcome to pack politics." He slid the plate closer. "Now, rank them. One being 'acceptable,' eleven being 'diplomatic incident.'"I picked up the fork, mostly to have something to do with my hands, and only realized Damon had entered the room
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