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“I really should be getting back home,” Boris insisted as he edged backwards off the seat and onto the floor. I scooted around him and resumed my place at Tristan’s side.
Alex’s tail hung down over his seat and swung back and forth in front of the door. “I think you’re staying.”
Boris winced. “Just for a little while. My brother’s waiting for me-”
“So there were two of you in this strange affair,” Maddock mused.
“Three if you count Lord Herne,” I spoke up.
Tristan arched an eyebrow. “What does he have to do with this?”
I nodded at Boris. “Lord Herne hired Boris and his brother Ernst to stop us from reaching his lands.”
Tristan looked out the window and furrowed his brow. “I see. . .”
Maddock’s eyes flickered to Tristan for a moment before he returned his attention to Bor
