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......... Zane ......... “Here,” my father says, handing me a pair of shorts and a t-shirt since I ripped the ones I was wearing when I shifted before he kneels in front of me, cupping my face. “You alright?” he asks, looking into my eyes and I nod. “Yeah, I’m sorry about the mess,” I tell him glancing over at his desk that I broke before looking at the leather couches that we’ve also ruined. The cabinet also fell and everything that was on it broke. The room is a mess. “It’s just stuff. It can be replaced, but Zane, do not let this boy play you like this. He wants to prove to everyone that Rhaegar made a mistake by making us out to be tyrants. He knows everyone is still uneasy about Laura’s situation and he’s exploiting it. Plus, he knows the kind of leadership our people are used to