My Professor, My Enemy, My Mate
he stuttered, shaking, "I will send the message at once. I admit, I have not pushed him hard enough. That is my fault. Forgive me for not getting the job done right. I will fix it, I promise."
I glared at him as if I could cut steel in two with my eyes. Forgive you? A snarl twisted my lip at the word. Forgiveness was for the weak, and I was not weak. I had waited long enough, waited while Duiane's throne lay unseized, waited while fools haggled his authority, waited while my own thrones cursed fate hung in front of me.
I bent forward, my voice falling to a killing growl. "Don't think an apology for incompetence. You embarrass me once more, and I'll have your head nailed outside the city gate
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