The Winter Court - Underhill
Rhaener Nadir ran his hand through his black hair and down his face in frustration. He had just finished a meeting with Lady Ceilidh Trahan. The woman had been running the smuggling ring out of the Night Court for over five hundred years and now she was informing...
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