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She looked at his fisted hands, the rigid line of his shoulders, the tick in his jaw. It was someone high up in the Council. I never even got close because there were always guards or witnesses around. Marcus’s words echoed in her ears, and it hit Ava with the force of a train. Master Gold was the one her mate had come to Boston to kill. She had assumed a Medial was behind the attack on his parents, but she realized then that she’d been stupid and naïve to think a Medial would go so far to ensure the power of a pack didn’t exceed that of the Council. And only a Master would be hard enough to get to that Marcus had failed to kill him for so many years. “So, what do you say?” Gold asked Marcus, his voice snapping Ava out of her thoughts. She remembered the promise she’d demanded Marcu