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A sudden sense of dread washed over him. His posture went rigid for a moment. Somehow, he couldn't begin to understand the nervousness at the pit of his stomach, or how a trickle of sweat found its way on his neck. He carefully sucked in a breath, gritting his teeth as his hands balled into tight fists. He tried to compose himself, tried to push down the dread washing over him before he finally turned to face them. How had they found out? Only he and Arman knew about his little escapade to join the hunt. If Lord Janos had found even that out, then he was now sure that Lord Janos had something to do with the hunt. Even more, reason not to give up. His grandma had a grim expression on her face, and Lord Janos had one that looked as though he had taken the crown. So much for planning to ru
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