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“You are the kind of friend everyone needs,” Noura smirked. “Slaves defending their kind.”

“I am sorry, Alpha Noura,” Azira apologized. My head buzzed with questions... Why was she apologizing? For what exactly?

For trying to put Sienna in her place?

“Where did you go?” Noura's questions cut through my thoughts, my palm slick with sweat. The slaves and maids and everyone around had gone to stand in a corner, all watching and snickering; smiles and expectations painted ...