“Damn you, obstinate bitch. I will have your head myself if you do not do as I command.” “By all means. I doubt I will have much use for it once it has bid my neck farewell.” Sabran twisted to face her. “I will kill you.” The cords in her neck were straining. “I despise all of you, overweening crows. All any of you think about is what you can peck from me. A pension, estates, an heir—” Her voice broke. “Damn you all. I would sooner throw myself off the Alabastrine Tower than I would swallow another spoonful of your pity.” “Enough,” Ead snapped. “You are not a child. Cease this wallowing.”
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