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“Did he say why he wanted to meet us here?” Belle asked, tapping her finger against Layke’s desk impatiently. Layke shook his head. “He said the attack was over shortly after it had begun.” Rai slumped into one of the chairs. “Did he say anything about casualties?” “No,” Layke replied. “Just that they had been attacked and to meet him here.” Immi tilted her head in thought. “Perhaps the witch we were tracking today was there. That would explain why she wasn’t home.” Belle frowned, leaving Layke’s side, sitting beside her friends. “Perhaps.” Layke narrowed his eyes at her, instantly missing her closeness. God damn mark. Before anyone could raise any further questions, the door to Layke’s office swung open and Prince Henrie marched in. His auburn hair was scrapped back, frown lines cr
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