A gorgeous woman with bronze skin approached. Her black hair was braided at her temples, three tight rows with the rest free to curl around her shoulders. She had a sword sheathed across her back. “Zavier.” He dipped his chin in acknowledgment, then motioned to me. I guess that was as much introduction as he could give with Brielle and Jocelyn nearby. The woman dropped into a small bow. “Princess Odessa Wolfe.” Was that how they were going to address me? Absolutely not. “Call me Odessa. Please. ‘Princess’ and ‘Wolfe’ are unnecessary.” She looked to Zavier, eyebrows raised. Her eyes were a
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