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Kiria
It was late but Kiria couldn’t sit. She paced, her serving girls following her with their eyes. She could tell the two of them were tired, but no one would be able to sleep until they heard how the assault against Belik had gone.
Had the plan been too simple? Had it worked?
She rubbed feeling back into her hands. She wanted to do everything and nothing. What she really wanted was news, but none had come.
Except that Firian was alive.
Seeing him alive shot sparks through her veins. She hated him and loved him. It was enough to drive her mad. She needed to focus on the attempt to unseat Belik, but her thoughts repeatedly wrenched her toward Firian and the desperation in his face when he told her to get out of the city. It was in his best interest to get her out of the way whet
