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“He might be mortal, but he was a skilled adversary, a dangerous foe with espionage skills that far surpassed even Denae’s. As an ally, Henry was clever, shrewd, cunning, and brilliant. A perfect partner for the Kings. “I’ll take him to safety if he’s such a danger here,” Rhi told Usaeil. The queen lifted a black brow. “You surprise me again.” “It’s my new thing.” Rhi looked down at her black nails with two small hearts painted in red—Big Apple Red—on each ring finger.”

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Night's Blaze

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