“How do you even know what was said in the tent?” He knew the answer as soon as he’d voiced the question. She’d been in some small, unnoticed form. Precisely why so many kingdoms and courts had hunted down and killed any shifters. Unparalleled spies and assassins. She crossed her arms. “If you don’t want me sitting in on your war councils, then say so.” He took in her face, her stiff posture. Exhaustion lay heavy on her, her golden skin pale and eyes haunted. He didn’t know where she was staying in this camp. If she even had a tent. Guilt gnawed on him for a heartbeat. “When, exactly, will our
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The damn gall of this man!!!
