“What are you pouting about, wench? I thought you wanted to take down their wretched empire. What better way to do it than getting close to the prince? You share his bed, and you learn every one of their secrets. It’s a golden opportunity.” Slowly, I stand. “The man just threatened to torture me, and you think I should run back into his arms? You’re failing at parenting so far.” Though frankly, he’s not necessarily my worst parent. “You’re a spy, aren’t you?” he hisses. “I thought spies were good at spotting assets. You’re in a position to use Auberon’s own son against him. And anyway, I
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