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The first time Vex called Nadine princess, it had been followed by the cruel bite of the crop—both stung in equal measure, yet made pleasure twist and burn deep within. Every time Vex’s lips curled, speaking the word like it was sour on her tongue, Nadine felt that same prickle of indignance, that same jolt of desire. It intoxicated her, the way it managed to endear and mock at the same time.She had never wanted to be a princess. She wanted to be a strong, capable adventurer.It had never occurred to her that she could be both.