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Atissa paced back and forth, gravel gritting under her feet in unison with the grinding of her teeth. Her blood was still boiling from the confrontation with Ryell. How bold had he become to say so many scathing and unjust words! There were times when she’d comforted him with her magic and given him all her attention, and he repaid her with such cruelty. Of course, she might have been a bit too focused on finding a way to exact revenge on her father’s killer, but he should have understood! If he was, like he claimed, willing to support her in her grief, he should have applauded her determination instead of calling her obsessed.
She huffed, but it only stoked the flames of her anger. Back when she was still the first archmage’s daughter, no one would ever dare to insult her. Yet Ryell
