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"I do not recall informing you to call the Seer." My voice carried an edge, and she was far too sharp-witted not to hear it.
Veronique tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, her expression softening into something almost appeasing. "Vladimir, you know why," she said. "Even if you're too stubborn to admit it. The sooner, the better. Dealing with a hybridâ" her face darkened, the word rolling off her tongue with quiet contempt, "âshould never be drawn out longer than it ought to be."
One brow lifted â not from shock, for she rarely managed that â but from a faint amusement at her assumption she could think for me.
"What?" she pressed, tone almost audacious, as if daring me to disagree. "You know I'm right. The Veil is breaking."
The truth in her words was undeniable.