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"She’s a loyal dog," he continued, sipping his wine. "If I told her to crawl back here tonight and sleep with the Council’s old men just to secure my border treaties, she’d do it. She’d do it and thank me for the opportunity to be useful to my career. That’s the beauty of a woman who loves too much. They don't have spines; they have leashes."

Silas stood frozen, the fine hairs on his neck standing up as Julian’s confession hung in the air like the smell of a rotting carcass.

The bile rose in his throat. He had known the Prince was ambitious, even ruthless, but...