“Where’s Pride?” “He sent his regrets, Your Highness.” Silence descended. I counted until the urge to invade my brother’s gilded castle passed. “We called a summit, not high tea. He is aware of that, correct?” Val winced from the drastic drop in temperature but nodded. “He said he has House matters that take precedence.” “What, exactly, does that prick think is more important than ice dragons attacking?” Lust quipped. I blew out a frustrated breath and dismissed Val with a nod. “His missing wife.” “You mean the wife who chose to leave his ass?” Lust folded his arms across his chest. “He needs
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