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Chapter 97: The Hour of No Mercy
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I raked a hand through my hair, attempting to corral my thoughts onto some sort of a line. “Then we need a plan.”Maxwell grinned, but there was nothing funny about it. “Good. Because I already have one.”I crossed my arms, eyes narrowing at Maxwell. “Of course you do. Let’s hear it.”Maxwell let out a breath and looked at my mother, then closer. His voice fell to a near whisper, as if the walls had ears. “The Council expects you to obey their laws, to deliver her back into their watchful gaze. That’s where they have all the power. “We don’t allow them that opportunity.”I frowned. “And how do we avoid that exactly?”“We do it on our terms.”I gave a small laugh, without humor. “You make it seem so easy.”“It is.” Maxwell leaned closer, his eyes keen. “They want control of this, Lena. That’s their leverage. So we take it from them.”My mother’s expression was inscrutable, and her silence held as she processed what Maxwell had said. Then, finally, she spoke. “What you’re suggesting is
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