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Rasha enjoyed the quiet, watching the setting sun to the north. It didn’t last long.
“I know who you are, Lady Indari,” Chiza said, shattering Rasha’s internal and external peace.
Her back straightened and she didn’t speak for several moments.
“Don’t call me that, ever. Where did you hear that name?”
“I was educated about all of my competition from an early age,” Chiza said, as if she were speaking of mathematics or some other school subject.
“I’m not your competition.”
Chiza didn’t speak for a moment, then said, “I suspect Lu isn’t aware of it. If he was, I think he would treat you with the respect he gives me.”
“That’s not respect he’s giving you.”
Chiza didn’t respond to that as Rasha hoped she would. She’d rather talk about anything than her own past.
“Why won’t you do you
