Fake Bond of the Lycan Lords
a soft voice interrupted.
The door to the war room clicked shut. Nina stood there, holding a heavy silver tray. She wore her standard gray maid uniform, the fabric scrubbed clean but thin at the elbows. Her dark hair was pulled back, exposing the pale skin of her throat.
"Luka and I already spoke about it," Nina said, keeping her eyes down as she stepped toward the table. "I will cover the hours when he is down in the pits."
She set the tray down with a soft rattle. The scent hit me instantly. Freshly cut sandwiches, thick white bread, and strong, black coffee. My stomach twisted. I had not eaten in twenty four hours, but the food was not what made my throat go dry.
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