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Part 44

/His POV/

The Prince stared at the pictures scattered in front of him, a sigh escaping his lips. How long could he keep up with his charade? Javier thought he was cautious, but someone did identify him. A bead of sweat trickled down his forehand, and he slumped against the chair.

He just hoped Celina would start remembering things and let them guide her. Nothing of that sort was happening. The Prince wasn't even able to find out about it. It's not like he could ask her about the dreams all by himself. That would dig a hole for him.

Frustrated, he yanked at his hair and blinked at the picture.

He focused on his image in the photo, a soft smile curving around his lips. The picture was taken by on

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