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Fifty Four

A dismissive grunt was followed by the sound of someone being roughly shoved aside, then heavy footsteps coming closer.

Lifting my eyelids as much as I could without being noticed, I could see only one pair of worn, bedraggled, yet impracticably ornate boots on the floor in front of us.

They had to be Reagan's.

He was silent for a long moment, as though watching us, thinking, as the rest of the footsteps followed. They were much more hesitant, yet still fell in behind their madman leader.

I wondered what he had promised them. For the twins, it seemed obvious, they only really wanted one thing. And the werewolves of course had their own reasons. But the rest?

Why would the rest of the Silver Waters Lycans follow a werewolf Royal, hellbent on revenge against their kind?

I was pulled from my thoughts by Reagan's uncomfortably cold fingers suddenly gripping my cheeks, lifting my head and roughly turning it back and forth.

"Wakey, wakey, my sweet Princess," he cooed in a sing-song ki
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