Authors povAnna balled up her fists, pushed away from the wall, and stormed down the corridor. This wasn’t over. She’d lost this time. But she wouldn’t stop until she’d gone farther than Lyra could ever have dreamed.Every step, every stair she climbed, her anger grew. If her charms didn’t work, she’d come up with something else. She always did.Anna got into her room and closed the door behind her with a slam. She fell against the door her chest was rising and falling with anger as she tried to hold her rage.She had failed to seduce King Greg, something no woman had ever failed to accomplish before him, and she wasn’t going to let that be the end of it. If not through charm, then what was so special about Lyra?She looked at the knife on her nightstand, an emblem of power in one’s final moments. It sat there silently whispering its deadly siren song. And she reached for it.But no, she stopped herself. Not yet at least.She couldn’t confront Lyra yet – not until she knew everything
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