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... by name in front of others—what a telling move.

“Lady Ayra.”

“That’s right.”

Slightly embarrassed, I flushed red.

If my face weren’t covered in bandages, it probably would’ve looked like a bright red tomato. Maybe everyone had already picked up on it.

Though no one said anything, the awkwardness instantly filled the tent. Everyone was too busy reading the room to know how to respond.

Still, it was an informative exchange. I’d just confirmed that A ...

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