“They’re weak. Helpless. At the slightest challenge, they scurry like salamanders. No strength at all.” “Not in the ring. Not combat strength. But Alessandra has a different kind of strength,” he shot back. Aless wasn’t weak. Wasn’t helpless. In a test of wits, Yelena would find herself vastly outclassed. “There is only one kind of strength that matters, Veron,” she hissed. This was going nowhere. “I’m asking you this as a favor, Yelena.” “A favor? For old times’ sake?” Raising her eyebrows, she looked away with a shake of her head, then crossed her arms. When her eyes met his once more, they
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