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Kane's POV. The party was underway, and I watched with satisfaction as my guards take their positions on the various spots in the hall, nodding inconspicuously to each other as they did so. I turn slightly to Hansel, who's standing behind me, perfectly still with a mask of calm on his harsh face, even though I knew those eyes were roving around the hell, searching for the smallest sign of a threat. "Is everything ready?" I demanded quietly. And he nods, a small jerk of his head. I turn my attention back to the crowd of werewolves milling about, swaying to the beat of the pulsing music and the alcohol now rushing through their veins. Tonight was going to be a long, eventful night. Fiona's POV. I sigh as I stop in front of Prince Derek's room. The door was firmly shut and I could hear