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I followed the trail of destruction all the way to the place I wanted to be anyway. That was fortuitous.
I stepped inside, to find the one person I was looking for standing and staring into the mirror. The perfectly proportioned face, and the honey blonde ringlets that couldn't even be dampened by the time away from the palace, were unmistakable.
"Lucia," I said.
She spun around, hatred blazing in her eyes. "Katya."
"You look well." I was at a loss for what else to say.
"No thanks to you. Did you think I wouldn't notice your little assassination attempts? You failed every time."
"As I intended to," I responded softly.
"What is this place?" she asked, gesturing around the room.
"The office your father used to do his work in. I've used it myself." She'd find a letter addressed to
