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Wendy's POV Rosina's shocked face was satisfying. Now though she seemed in control again. Or so she thought. “This is ridiculous!” Her usually sweet voice was now sharp and angry. “I am the Queen! How dare you bring me before the council like this?” She glared at me with eyes that could turn milk sour. “And you, Wendy! This is your fault, isn't it? You must have tricked George, made the evidence point at me!” A ripple of murmurs spread through the gathered elders. George, thankfully, didn't let her continue her accusations. He slammed his fist on the table. “Enough, Rosina. The evidence is clear. We have printouts of your messages with Logan. Your dealings with the healer who tried to kill Wendy. And now, we’re talking about your mercenaries.” He pushed more papers toward the elders. “T
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