“Why choose me as your champion?” she asked, watching Vesryn send sheets of Essence out like he was searching for something. “Believe it or not, I think it’s possible you may possess a scrap of potential.” Swells of glimmering power blanketed the swaying grasses. Serenna scowled at his back. “Are you always this condescending?” “Are you always this irritating?” The prince rounded on her, sending the loose portion of his silvery hair flying around his shoulders like a mantle. Serenna opened her mouth, but he interrupted. “That was rhetorical, you harpy. I had no interest in training a champion
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