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“ 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐀 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒, ” nia murmurs, glancing across at huron as she leans down to pick up a goblet of wine. she’d been deep in politics planning before huron arrived, but she’s the only one left over in the war room; all her advisors dispersed long ago. a drawing of the girl they call wanheda lies on the table before her, the beginning of a hunt which will see her and her clan victorious. “ i’d act like i’m interested in where you’ve been, but we both know that would be a lie. ” as long as huron does his job, nia doesn’t give a shit about the in-between. the ice queen brings the goblet to her lips as she raises her brows at him. “ did you want me for something, brother? ”