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protest. The first light of dawn painted the sky in shades

scraping against my back. I was a nightmare made real. Caked in mud and blood, my dress in tatte

ide berth, their faces a mixture of fear and d

he street, its wheels sending a spray of muddy water from a pudd

d in fine, tailored clothes. He was handsome, in a polished,

nose dramatically. "Gods, is that the Adkins' di

once adored. She had given him every scrap of sincerity she possessed, on

but a profound,

ctic to get my attention? Playing the damsel in distress? S

r, drawn by the spectacle. Their whi

s the wolf

ything to get Prince

fear. I slowly lifted my head. My violet eyes, once filled with faw

ut it cut through the morning air. "I

had never spoken to him with

my spine a rod of defiance despite

eliberate and clear. "But now I se

gh the crowd. The Pack's most

he only thing he truly possessed, had been wounded.

the performance, I let my gaze drift past him, over the

d, snagging on a figure in the second-sto

glint of his eyes. They were the color of dark gold, like molten amber, and they

pure, primal alarm. It was the feeling of a mous

uldn't tell how much he had heard, but the steady focus of those golden e

he sun on the windowpane. His failure to see the powerful

ith fury. He gestured to his guards. "Get this lunatic o

ng? That high-end restaurant..." "Could the 'another' she mentioned be... someone important up

ed, their faces s

own without a fight. I prepared to use what lit

drifted down from the second floor. It was low, l

to

ler's guards. It was as if the single word had

es locking again with the s