Cinder makes a mistake, further convinced that Jaune holds all the cards. Meow.
"Message sent, Ma'am," Emerald said, pocketing her scroll. "Excellent," Cinder admired her reflection in the mirror, and found no imperfections. Her hair was a river of raven silk, framing her gorgeous, pale face, falling about her shoulders in gentle waves. Her eyes smoldered, enhanced by the ...
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