Finally, Laurent said, “You overestimate my influence over my uncle.” Damen began to speak, but Laurent cut him off. “No. I—” Laurent’s golden brows had drawn slightly together, as though he had encountered something that did not make sense. “You would really sacrifice your pride over the fate of a handful of slaves?” He had worn the same look on his face at the ring; he was gazing at Damen as though he was searching for an answer to an unexpected problem. “Why?” Anger and frustration broke free of their bonds. “Because I am stuck here in this cage, and I have no other way to help them.” He
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