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jawahir's striking face did not alter its expression, and their lips only slanted upward the more that satsu raved

once you belong to us, you are always ours, jewel, the courtesan murmured in a tone made for the ears of those who wanted her. not this foul wolf and her misplaced hatred.

where is pharaoh? they chose next to say, aware of the pale teeth that threatened beneath satsu's silken lip. perhaps he will understand the meaning of a blood debt.

jawahir looked curiously at the field of ripened fruit. is this where he means to discover himself? you will need the eyes and the ears of those who serve wolves. whether or not you believe us hoard.