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-Ashes-
I wasn’t just mad. I was furious. I had been almost grateful when Tylon came to get me, saying he had something important to discuss, but as soon as I saw the look on his face, I didn’t feel relieved anymore. Instead, I wanted to strangle him as he told me how he and Laelia had been ambushed by runaway slaves.
“I told you to look after her!” I growled, starting to walk toward Laelia’s and my room.
“And I did,” he said.
I stopped and turned, grabbing him by the throat, my voice darkening.
“You took her out of the safety of the palace and then let her swim around naked for everyone to see! Those slaves should be grateful you k
