Murielle's POVColette's whole face lit up at the news, a laugh escaping before she seemed to notice it had. Then, just as suddenly, it stopped, like she'd caught herself hoping for too much."What if I'm not the King's mate?" she asked, equal parts thrilled and terrified by her own question.Callum smiled at her the way he used to smile at me, once, a lifetime ago. "Only you deserve that title."I stopped listening to the rest of it. I had a piece of glass to deal with.I worked it out of the sole of my foot with two fingers, slow enough not to tear the cut any wider. My hands were steadier than I expected. Three years of doing exactly this in the dark, guessing at how deep a cut ran by feel alone, had taught them to be. Nobody in that cell had ever cared whether I bled, so I'd learned to handle it fast and quiet, before anyone decided my pain was worth their attention, or worse, worth using against me.The glass came free with a small, wet sound I felt more than heard. I didn't let
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