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Chapter 89
CHAPTER 89 DECLAN’S POV My blood charred with a mixed feeling of anger and shock, Ragnar had cunningly caught me off my guard at such a crucial time. I was baffled, completely stunned by his audacity. The way he had spoken to me like I was inferior to him in a way slammed my ego against my throat with a pang, I couldn’t recover until I had grasped the matter fully. I scoffed suddenly and the next moment, I felt Claus’s hand on mine. I craned my head sideways, regarding him impassively. Claus shook his head, his eyes were laced with worry and his facial expression was already rebuking my impending actions but what he didn’t realize was that I had already thrown caution to the wind. “Picking up from there, shall we continue?” Ragnar asked and the other kings at the table nodded in unison
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