When her brother took a step closer, his fingers curled like claws, Flavia flinched and recoiled.
“She’s the daughter of the Onyx Lion of the Borealis,” he whispered, as if revealing some unspeakable truth. “That means she’s a beast too.”
A low growl rumbled in his throat. Flavia trembled.
“Didn’t you hear about Countess Castiglione? Ah, right, she’s not a Castiglione anymore. Anyway, you heard what happened to her? She got too full of
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