women had been owned. I hadn’t forgotten his comment about Kasteo, who hadn’t spoken in more than a thousand years. How old were these men? When, how, where had they lived? Barrons took my arm and turned me toward the staircase, but I shook him off and turned back to Lor. I was getting way too much bad press. I wasn’t a stone. I hadn’t been created by the Unseelie King. And I wasn’t a traitor. One of those things I could have a satisfying fight about. “Why am I a bitch?” I demanded. “Because you think I slept with Darroc?” “Shut her up before I kill her,” Lor told Barrons. “Don’t talk to him
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