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choices and ultimately balk from them, then
you’re in the wrong bed.”
“I’m not in anyone’s bed right now.”
He hadn’t gone to her tent any of these
nights. Not since that conversation in Eyllwe.
She took the retort without so much as a
flinch. “Your opinion doesn’t matter to me.”
“Then why are you standing here?”
Again, she opened and closed her mouth.
Then snarled, “Change out of that form.”
Dorian smiled again. “Don’t you have
better things to do right now, Your Majesty?”
He honestly thought she might unsheathe
those iron teeth and rip out his throat. Half of
him wanted her to try. He even went so far as
to run one of those phantom hands along her
jaw. “You think I don’t know why you don’t
want me to go to Morath?”
He could have sworn she trembled. Could
have sworn she arched her neck, just a little