‘It may not be right,’ Aalea said. ‘It may not be just. But this is a world of senators and consuls and Luminatii – of republics and cults and institutions built and maintained almost entirely by men. And in it, love is a weapon. Sex is a weapon. Your eyes? Your body? Your smile?’ She shrugged. ‘Weapons. And they give you more power than a thousand swords. Open more gates than a thousand War Walkers. Love has toppled kings, Mia. Ended empires. Even broken our poor, sunsburned sky.’ The Shahiid reached out a hand, brushed a stray hair from Mia’s cheek. ‘They will never see the knife in your
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