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“Are you sure you want to do this?” Chris’s voice was unusually grave.
It perfectly matched the expression on Dmitri’s face. “Thyra, I know you feel this is the right path to take, despite our many discussions on the subject—”
“They were arguments, pure and simple, but thank you for trying to make them sound nicer,” I said, kissing him on the tip of his nose.
“Despite that, I feel obligated to remind you that I will be happy to put whatever resources I have at your disposal to clear up the situation. What you want to do is unnecessary and irreversible.”
I nodded, tightening my fingers around his. We stood in a small office in what had once been a modest palace inhabited by my ancestors. Now it was home to the newly re-formed Beck government. My stomach made a few unpleasant fl
