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... s, my shoulders weren’t up to my ears.
We were sitting on the floor of Sofia’s living room, the coffee table pushed aside. The Prince lay on the sofa where I’d tossed it.
Sofia picked up a spring roll, eyeing the book.
"Machiavelli," she said, a playful smirk tugging at her lips. "Elena is subtle as a brick, isn’t she?"
"She said it was a manual."
"It is," Sofia agreed. "For people who think power is a zero-sum game. Elena believes that for her to win, som ...
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