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Chapter 52.1

Namara sniffed and stepped into the elevator.

Azriel drew back, letting us enter before he stepped inside.

Griff and I stood at the left, farthest away from the secretary, each of us holding still and trying not to make a sound. Thankfully, Azriel’s huffing and puffing would drown out any heavy breathing.

Namara placed her hands on her hips. “What’s this really about?”

“You can’t break up with a man based on hearsay,” he said, his voice rising several octaves.

“So, you deny standing in the middle of that battle, hiding behind a clipboard while His and Her Majesty fought for their lives?” she asked, her lips twisting with disgust.

“I made no secret that I was an administrator and unsuited for warfare,” he said with an outraged squawk. “Besides, it wasn’t a clipboard but a computer tablet.”

Namara shook her head. “And that’s why you’ll never be my type.”

“But I was once,” he whispered.

She rolled her eyes. “This is why you stormed into my office complaining about missing souls? I though
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