Boots crunched in hay, and then he was knee to knee before her. Aedion. There was nothing kind on his face. No pity or warmth. For a long minute, they only stared at each other. Then the prince growled softly, “Your plan was bullshit.” She said nothing, and couldn’t stop her shoulders from curving inward. “Your plan was bullshit,” he breathed, his eyes sparking. “How could you ever be her, wear her skin, and think to get away with it? How could you ever think you’d get around the fact that our armies are counting on you to burn the enemy to ashes, and all you can do is run away and emerge as
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Don’t make me come in this book and beat your ass mister. I don’t see you coming up with any amazing plans?!
