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Prince Bruess

Clara

Waiters came through and set up several plates, cups, and silverware around the table. Piper took a seat at the furthest edge of the table, and Felix sat close to her. Our bodyguards took their places in the shadowy corners of the room, and I realized that two other guards were standing close by to the half-brother of Prince Legiere.

Prince Bruess watched me and gestured to a seat directly across from him.

“Sit,” he said. His voice was quiet, but commanding. Unlike Deanneth’s musical tones, his voice was harsh steel on a grindstone. That single word mesmerized me, and I sat down.

I studied him. His short hair was tied into crimson and indigo braids. Gold crystals hung from his ears, and a black silk scarf covered his broad shoulders. His chest was bare, save for a web of silver crystals and chains. A gold slash of ink glistened from his heavy-lidded eyes, and an ornate gold muzzle covered his face. He was terribly handsome, but there was a stony quality to him as if he were chis
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