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Aira’s POV “Salad, Your Majesty?” a servant asked, proffering a bowl to my left. “Yes, please,” I said and the servant took out a set of tongs and placed a mound of arugula, lettuce, feta cheese, and strawberries with a light balsamic glaze on my plate. Knox seemed lost in thought. When Blanche and Aaron arrived late to dinner, though, his gaze sharpened and he scowled at his Beta. I wondered what had happened. I was glad, for Blanche’s sake, that Aaron was joining us this evening. “Don’t do—,” Aaron said, sitting down on the other side of Knox. “Not now,” Knox replied, stabbing his salad with his fork. “Really, don’t—” Aaron tried again. Knox rounded on him. “Your opinion has not been solicited, nor is it needed. I swear, Aaron, I am going to remove you from—” Aaron reached out a
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