‘This is beyond the pale even for you,’ she spat, rising to her feet as well – a head and a half shorter than Halbert, but the cold fire burning in those sharp blue eyes made up for every inch of it. ‘You’re supposed to be a consul of the White City, not some lecherous gossip milking matters of life and death for scandal!’ ‘And you,’ Halbert returned, still smiling gleefully, ‘are equally supposed to be a consul of the White City, rather than a champion of little fae whores without a grain of—’ She moved so fast I didn’t even see it coming. Three, four steps. A blur of white as her arm swung
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