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“—even though I killed my mother coming out when I was born—” “Eliana!” he begged. “—I was still put on a pedestal and given every privilege, but if it was ever known that I’d given away my virginity to someone outside my own caste I’d probably be floating down the Tiber on the next Purgare with all those other unfortunates who didn’t make the Transition.” He couldn’t breathe. He stared down at her, frozen. “So now you know something about me.” She was breathing a little too hard, her head tipped back, her eyes glittering dark. “Now you know a secret that could get me killed. And don’t fool yourself, Demetrius. He would kill me. I’m his favorite, I’m his prize, but there is nothing more important to him than honor. Not even me. I may not know much about him, but that I know to the marr
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