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Damon

"What do you know that I don't?" I asked, teasing him with a smile and muttered a thank you to the bartender who placed a glass of whiskey in front of me.

"I hear he's hiding something. I know he might have brought back the princess with him, but..." I trailed off internally, hating the way he spit out the word 'princess.'

Suddenly, I wanted to punch this sheltered boy and watch him writhe in pain as he clutched his broken nose. His nose was suddenly too straight.

"You don't say. Wouldn't you know that?" he asked me.

"The masked king is a very secretive person. Even with how close I am to him, I still don't know what he looks like. I think he did bring someone with him, but there's a chance that it might be a fake.

He sent me to Spain to search for the girl, but we didn't find her," I said as I leaned closer toward him.

“No way. But I heard she was in the lower city.” Frederick said the his eyes wide.

“Trust me, she wouldn't survive a day in the lower city.” I said as I