“There is no need to count the coin.” Father spoke in his cool, indifferent manner, yet the fire in his caramel eyes betrayed his appearance. “Every ounce of coin we agreed upon is there.” The warrior who’d spoken earlier, the bearded man with the daggers, gave Father an assessing look. “And what if the price we agreed upon is no longer enough?” It was rumored that Prince Zavier didn’t speak. If the gossip was true, then maybe that warrior spoke on his behalf, like an advisor. Or a general. Father’s eyes blazed hotter, the amber starbursts like twin flames. “And what, exactly, is your new
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