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... Closed" sign was flipped, and the chaotic energy of the treaty dinner had faded into silence.
The cubs had been picked up by their respective butlers and terrifying fathers—except for one.
Prince Orion was currently passed out on the rug, using his shell-backpack as a pillow, snoring with a soft, rhythmic whistle that sounded like a tea kettle.
I finished wiping down the table, scrubbing away the last sticky remnants of the glazed ham. My arms ached, but my mind was racin ...
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