CHAPTER 55 Exiling the One Who Saved Us

Damian

The proposal sits on my desk.

Blood Moon's crest pressed into the bottom corner of the envelope.

Gold. Crimson. Ugly as hell.

I stare at it for a long time.

Not because I don't understand it. Because I understand it too well.

The wording is polite. Diplomatic. Every sentence crafted like it...

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