“He tells me you carry the infection,” the King continued. “That you can see Providence Cards.” The corner of her mouth twitched as she gave a stiff nod. “And that you have an offer for me, in exchange for your miserable life.” Another nod, accompanied by the sound of her teeth clicking as she opened and clamped her jaw. Click. Click. Click. “But you killed my Physician,” the King said, his voice dripping venom. “And my son—should he survive—will never be the same. You are an enemy of the vilest quality.” He leaned into the bars. “There is nothing you could offer that would bring me more
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