Cassy braced herself, shoved the door open, and stepped inside—only to duck a split second before something whizzed past her head.“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph!” she yelped, crouching low as a pillow smacked the wall behind her.When she straightened, her jaw dropped. The room looked like a war zone—cushions, toys, and crayons scattered everywhere. In the center of the chaos stood a little boy with wild hair and fury blazing in his eyes, flinging anything within reach. A frazzled maid stumbled after him, clutching a plate of food like a shield.“Please, young master,” she begged, dodging a toy truck by inches. “Just one bite, Thomas. Please!”“I said I don’t want it!” he shouted, stomping his foot for emphasis.Cassy pinched the bridge of her nose and muttered, “Oh great. Another spoiled brat. Just my luck.” Straightening, she squared her shoulders and marched right into the battlefield.The boy froze mid-throw, a cushion raised in his hand. His eyes locked on her, narrowing suspiciously.
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