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Chapter 6: Just Say You Don't Love Her

Dahlia

Tonight should have been a night off. No gowns. No councilmen. No daggered smiles. Just me, maybe a movie, and snacks that don’t judge me. But no. In the Yellow Stone Pack, breathing is considered a political act, and I’m doing it wrong.

Adrian dragged me to another high-ranking meeting-slash...