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"Where is she?" Rowan asked his patience running thin. Through the corner of his eyes he saw Constance lips agape and her eyes widened. Still standing.

He became furious. Even if she had been shocked, when would she snap out of her little dramatic shock?! She should be on her knees now with her lips kissing the ground not standing when even his best warrior, Mateo was on his knees!

Like Constance was reading his mind, she fell to her knees almost immediately and blinked a few times before she finally bowed her head kissing the floor.

"Who, Your Grace?" Farrell asked and Rowan sighed.

"The woman you're harbouring. She ran from me. I'm here to bring her back," Rowan replied and Farrell's eyes widened.

The woman he was harbouring...? It couldn't be Letitia right?

"Exactly. Her. Ember eyes... Has a cut on her lips. That one you're thinking about."

"Your... Grace... I... I don't... I don't know who you're talking——"

"Don't play games with me, Mister Gates. You don't want to," Rowan cut h
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