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Kiria
A desert cat paced back and forth in its cage, working its long, toothy jaw with the last of its meal. The tip of its snout was square and its back legs bent lower to the ground than the front legs. She’d forgotten those details when she showed Firian this place.
With the day full of rebuilding trust with the royal family, she hadn’t had time to see Firian since their encounter the day before. Besides, she needed a moment to think about the attempt on his life, about their connection, about his desire for her. Any time she started to think he was safe to love, his intensity made her step back again, check her own feelings.
Kiria glanced at Haved walking beside her. The princess had smudged her eyes with dark charcoal and pinned back her hair in a complicated knot. She looked a
