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The sound of a door slamming against the wall ricocheted through the long corridor outside the Council chambers. The fury on Core’s face caused several warriors standing outside the room to move out of his way very quickly. They warily watched him stalk past them. His white-knuckled grip on the sword at his side gave them ample reason to worry.
“Core…” Merrick called out behind him.
He ignored his cousin. Pain, desperation, and rage swept through him. He was very close to losing what little control he still had after the hour-long argument with the Council. He heard a pair of booted feet following him.
He turned and pushed open the doors leading out to the central gardens. Stepping outside, he crossed the veranda and descended the steps. He needed a moment alone.
“Core!”
This time
