“Believe me, I’d enjoy every second,” Sandor growled, gripping the hilt of his giant black sword. Ro flashed a pointy-toothed smile and patted the rows of daggers-a recent addition to her ogre arsenal-strapped to her toned thighs. But he backed it up by being a seven-foot-tall goblin warrior-and by folding his gray arms across his bare chest and flexing some seriously impressive muscles. The threat didn’t sound all that terrifying, thanks to Sandor’s squeaky voice. “No one will be smashing anything,” Sandor-Sophie’s bodyguard-warned. It’s basically begging me to smash something.” “Ugh, you guys have really out-sparkled yourselves with this place. Her pierced nose crinkled as she surveyed the empty auditorium, which was built entirely out of emeralds. “Me too!” Ro-Keefe’s bodyguard-jumped in. “Because I’d be happy to help you break a few laws if you’re feeling left out.” SO IS IT STRANGE COMING here and not being the one on trial?” Keefe asked, checking his expertly styled blond hair in a shiny facet on one of the jeweled walls before he followed Sophie into Tribunal Hall.
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