And so the vicious cycle went round and round, making Lothar not only wealthy, but feared. After clicking their heels, the Minionsran from the room. Looking up, Tristan nearly fell to his knees withrelief. The irony that the Darkling presented was infuriating.
“It’s intriguing,” he said. As the silvery blade neared Tristan’s jugular, the prince slid leftward. “Xanthus,” she breathed, scarcely believing it herself. Her journey from the Citadel had been quick and uneventful.
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