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... That is not—I do not..." Her words tangled between her tongue and worry. "I am not saving anything for him."
Did Lucian think she spoke with the prince to climb the social ladder? Someone desperate enough to cling to royalty?
"I wasn’t trying to do anything like that," she went on despite him never asking. "Things just happened this morning. His hair was stuck in glue, he couldn’t see, and I used oil—"
"Belmont."
The single word was enough to bring her words to a ...
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