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... yran said evenly, voice carrying authority without volume. "You are inside a High Council tent. You are threatening the Dragon Prince’s bonded. You do not want what follows."
Viremont’s mouth twitched.
"Spare me your lecture, mage."
The silver around Serena’s wrists and throat cinched tighter.
She stifled a gasp, pain flaring white hot as the metal bit into her skin, stripping the air from her lungs. Her knees buckled, only Viremont’s grip keeping her upright.
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