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Luke looked around the large chambers, surprised by just how imposing they were, and by the fact that everyone seemed to be deferring to the petite redhead that had bounced in with an amused look on her face and being trailed by a larger man that just made Luke think of a bear.
“You shouldn’t be here, Bjorn,” a man’s voice said from the shadows. He’d been there when they’d arrived, sat in the shadows and saying very little. Almost as if he didn’t want to participate and just watch instead.
“Bjorn knows how it goes in here,” the redhead snapped.
“Don’t forget your place, Arabella,” the man warned.
“And don’t forget yours,” Dana replied, more command in her voice than Luke was used to. “Bjorn used to sit on the Council, he only stopped because he had to, does it really matter that he
