Chapter 769

• "Oh, look at you!" Perseia giggled, wiping a mock tear before straightening her posture. "Relax, Persis. You look like a cat guarding a bowl of cream. I’m joking! I have no intention of stealing your Tedmond."
• She waved a hand dismissively, the diamonds on her fingers splintering the morning light.
• "He’s far too brooding for my taste; I prefer men who aren’t constantly calculating the trajectory of every person in the room."