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Seventeen: King Aiden
Seventeen King Aiden “She what?” I demanded. Angus stood in front of me, looking very guilty. “She disappeared. She never came back from the grave site, neither did Killian. The cars missing.” “It’s The Guillotine. It’s got to be The Guillotine,” I said, “I received a call saying that if Ireland didn’t abstain from voting on Coleum, they would hurt her. Who else would want to do that?” “There’s a lot of people that could possibly be from,” said Angus, “and The Guillotine usually takes credit for things that they do. They haven’t taken credit for this.” I shook my head. “You have to find her, Angus. She’s the mother of my child. The girl that I love. I’m not going to lose her.” “I’ll do whatever it takes, your highness.” “Good,” I said. He bo
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