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Xanthea said, burying her face in Ezra’s chest.
“It’s ok, rest a little,” Ezra said, picking her in his arms.
“She barely had a few sips of wine and she’s already drunk. Typical omega trait,” Raven remarked.
Atticus looked at Xanthea and then at Ezra before he bowed.
“Have a safe trip back home, my lord and… my lady,” he said.
“You sure know how to read the room, Atticus,” Ezra said.
“I have a feeling you might not need another bride, my lord,” Atticus said.