“Do you want me to keep quiet, or be at your side?” “Asterin is my Second.” “And what am I, then?” The smooth question ran a hand down her spine, as if he’d caressed her with those invisible hands of his. “You are the King of Adarlan.” “Shall I be a part of the discussions, then?” “If you feel like it.” She felt his rising annoyance and hid her smirk. Dorian’s voice dropped into a low purr. “Do you know what I feel like doing?” She twisted her head to glare at him incredulously. And found the king smirking.
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