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land. treasure. men, she echoed ocho—though with a twist, and she grinned. power.

see, though i wanted for nothing in my old home, i would have inherited nothing, too, fiamma explained. my brothers were heirs; i was to be married off to some other prince, to provide heirs for his own family. i had wealth, but no power.

her eyes swept across the desert landscape, mouth curved ruefully. here, i think, power for me is possible, she mused, then returned her stare to osiel.

buona notte, signore, the silver woman said in farewell for now, dipping her head. until tomorrow, ocho.

she took her leave, then, with one last coquettish glance over her shoulder before returning to her den.