Something flashed in Lenora’s expression, briefly, before it shuttered and disappeared so quickly I wondered if I’d imagined it.She took a step away from me, straightened, then dipped into a proper bow. “Prince Elijah,” she said, voice so low I could barely hear it behind the din of the crowd.I didn’t miss the glances people shot her, and immediately stepped forward, catching her arm and pulling her upright so our eyes were level. As usual, sparks flew where we touched—muted, but still there, still enough to rob me of breath for a moment.Lenora tugged her arm free, not gently, and stepped back again, expression guarded.She was still angry then. Unsurprising.“I didn’t expect to see you here, Lenora,” I said, though suspicion threaded through the words.It was clear, at this point, that my father regarded her as much more than just a professor. He wouldn’t have brought her here otherwise. My gaze flickered to the wrestling omegas—the larger one sprawled on the ground, defeated, whi
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