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63. True Strength
~ JESSE ~
The guard made a little whine in his throat, his eyes darting back and forth between us like he was uncertain who to listen to. But Maya ignored him. Her brows rose so high her forehead wrinkled even more.
“So our Queen does have fangs.”
I scowled, wishing I had a snappy comeback, but before I could come up with one, the older woman turned away from me and her expression softened.
“You did well, Sven. Thank you. Return before the lunch hour. Our Queen will be ready to leave me by then, I’m certain,” she said with an amused huff.
Sven—the guard—nodded and bo
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