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There was no deflecting.

Pharaoh would not be denied. She swallowed, taking a deep, steadying breath. Glanced at Jawahir, with whom she'd admitted her refusal.

But what if he withheld Arielle's whereabouts?

I. . . She licked dry lips. Pharaoh. My pack needs me, and I need them. Since my dad left and my mom died, they've been my family. 

A denial. How would he take it? She waffled. Can I meet this prince? Before making a decision? Pharaoh, I don't want to mess things up. . .and I want, so much, to find my sister.

She was straddling a deep gorge, and she knew it. She felt it in her belly, that yawning pit, that sensation of imminent descent.