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To Do Our Part
“Well done.” Wulfram walked towards him, pulling his tunic down to neaten it. He looked the picture of elegant nonchalance, but Thomas noticed his hands trembling. That explosion of power had cost him something, too. He filed that away future reference. Maybe this Fey wasn’t invincible after all.
He got to his feet, black spots dancing around the edges of his vision. He gritted his teeth and forced himself to stay upright. He had a feeling if he collapsed, Wulfram would be on him like a crow picking at a corpse.
Wulfram looked him up and down. “You are wasted amongst the Seelies. They will have nothing but rules and more rules for you. They’ll never trust you. They’re afraid of you.” He smiled thinly. “And so they should be. Nectan must have pissed in his boots when y
