“Bloody hell,” I mutter, running a hand through my hair. “Is there anyone in this world we didn’t fuck over?” Oliver’s lips twitch in what might almost be a smile. “That’s not quite the diplomatic language we’re using in the policy papers.” “Forgive me for not adhering to the approved palace vocabulary list. I appear to have misplaced my How to Discuss Colonial Atrocities Without Making the Crown Look Bad handbook.”
