Bound To The Nine-Tailed Prince
"My father... saw what you did. He knows you can neutralize the Thorne line’s power. To him, you aren't a daughter-in-law. You're a weapon of mass destruction."
Lyra let out a tired breath.
"Then let him come," Her voice cracked with exhaustion.
"I’ve spent twenty years being nothing. I’d rather be a weapon than a ghost."
A low hum vibrated through the rubble. A small, sleek Imperial shuttle—black and unmarked—descended through the smoke. It wasn't the Emperor. It wasn't the Bureau.
The hatch opened, and Captain Jaxen, Valerius’s second-in-command, stepped out.
He looked at the melted glass, the shredded assassins, and his Prince kneeling in the dirt, clinging to a woman in a torn Starlight
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