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12

“Bishop.” Trick’s voice was bone chilling.

“Yes, Your Majesty, Lord Hail came to pay his respects to Miss Saraya earlier today.” Bishop’s already grey skin appeared more sickly as he spoke. The muscle along Trick’s jaw clenched.

“You are dismissed,” Trick managed through clenched teeth. Bishop bowed his head and disappeared. My heart sank. Was he coming back? Had Trick just fired him?

“It appears that I’ve caused some discord between servant and master,” Hail said, smirking while he took his seat.

“Trick,” I said softly.

“Not now,” he replied shortly. His tone dumped cold water on my feelings causing tears to form. I stared at my plate, trying to

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