His Despised Stray Is A Hidden Queen

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ry cedar and centuries of Carlisle weal

drained away by the hour. The necrotic rot was three inches from her heart. The healers at the family estate were running ou

ping up to my left. "Our scouts checked the perimeter. The auctio

id, my voice

ass of amber firewhisky. He adjusted his gold-framed spectacles with his index finge

er houses know you're here. Nobody with half a brain is

ower tables out of habit, cataloging exit

on the far alcove nea

htened arou

was

d the worn canvas shoes, who had looked through me as if the supreme comm

nonsense around her like a drawn blade. Her dark hair was pinned up, revealing the pale, sharp line of her jaw and a throat that looked entire

he slums. He was dressed in a stiff gray suit, looking bored

ir, the most notorious, slippery info

rly amused. "Look who got an upgrade. Your little alley mother has friends in low-to-midd

my jaw clenching. "S

maybe she's working off a debt. Ei

rl loo

ng my box with an accuracy that should have been impos

ld tremble under the sheer weight of my presence, yet she sat there, entirely unbothered. She looked at me with the exact same cold

spike of irritatio

ance, a smile, or a scrap of Carlisle influence. Yet this girl, a penniless nobody surviving on scraps, tr

, his ivory gavel striking the bronze chime with a resounding crash.

tone rail. "Take it, Ja

the balcony, calling out with casua

way of telling the room to sit down and shut up. Several pureblood merchants

auctioneer called, nodding towa

ove, a clear, sharp voice

en tho

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ning back, her head turned toward the dark-haired girl beside her. The girl hadn't even looked up from the t

ble Twelve," the auctio

f its ease. "Bold little broker. Does Sinclair re

sand," I commande

e paddle. "Twent

patrons. Twenty-five thousand Glowgold could

at the dark-haired girl, received a micr

-five t

e balustrade, the ancient granite cracking

y voice dropping into an icy growl that

w. People were turning in their seats, staring between th

own. She leaned toward Sinclair, whispered t

the paddle wit

housand

ty thousand was insanity. It exceeded the m

hink this was some ridiculous game to catch my attention? My grandmother was dying, and this street stray was sitt

nds on the metal, looking straight down into that dark corner. The power radiatin

ice across the entire hall, the sou

, untouchable pureblood power, a declaration that whatever she wanted, what

e, the girl final

ating, and laced with a quiet, lethal amusement t

ly looked at me as if I had just made