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“The woman Qiao is a companion of the late court,” he turned for the privacy of his wife then, taking her small paw into the cover of his own. “I would hear what she has to say. But leveraging for power within our walls is a poor course of action— unless, of course, there is an offer to be made in return. Something more than rare spices and old stories.” A hand grazed up Toula’s forearm with all the sweetness quaffed from his words. Yes, Rashepses could be quite generous, the coyote would find.

“Tell me your mind, Iset.” his eyes streaked hotly in the light, belly aching low with the thrill of political games and now and the tempting scent of the girl under his palm.