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“These are pretty good,” I told Percy after taking a big drink from my second mug of his special coffee.

“I know,” he smirks, “The cream is homemade. Only the warriors blessed to be in your service ever get to have it, Luna. Well,” he smiled at Yasmin, “I guess your new hand-maiden can have it now too.”

I smile warmly at how welcoming the warriors are to Yasmin. I could see in them at first that they wanted to find the culprit who hurt her and deal with them. I feel much the same, but it was going to hurt her more to demand answers here in the dining hall after Cherum almost threw her out.

She had no reason to trust them, or to even trust me, a stranger, enough for her to share that information or relive the horrors she must have been through.

I thought that with her profession, that the men here would assume that it was her fault that something like that happened to her. That was always the case with my uncle’s pack. It was always the woman’s fault, never the man’s.

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