Deprived: Queen of the Outcasts
My silver scar pulsed faintly, a low-level hum that warned me of approaching power.
"They want the 'Violet Engine' technology," Jace chirped from his perch atop the balcony railing. He had grown taller, his frame leaner and more lethal. He was now the head of the Shadow-Walkers, an elite intelligence network that kept our borders invisible. "Their ships are docked at the Neutral Port. They carry enough cannons to level a mountain, but they’ve dressed their soldiers in velvet and gold to call it a 'diplomatic visit'."
I looked at Thane, who stood by the window, his gaze fixed on the bustling city below. He was my General, my Protector, and my Heart. He had replaced his old leather armor with
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