“My lady, the Black Army has served the Crown faithfully and well for two generations,” Istvan pointed out. “This isn’t much different, and the elected General His Grace is offering as leader is-“
“If I need the counsel of a half-breed peasant, I’ll ask for it,” Vargan spat.
I sucked a deep breath through my nose, and pointed toward the door. “That’s it. Get out.”
“Excuse me?” The countess drew herself up like a snake about to strike. “I am your-“
“I don’t care if you have the pedigree of a cocker spaniel and shit solid gold nuggets from your pure-bred ass,” I said, voice low and hard. “No one stands in front of me and insults my men. Now get the fuck out of my War Room before I have you dragged out.”
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