The King’s Obsession
I would be mortified, and I probably should be, but there is something amusing about Marek confident tone that makes me want to play back.
"I heard that too, although the looks part is debateable," I tell the girl, nudging Marek in the side. The girl looks thoughtful, believing it, considering how gorgeous she thinks the King is.
Marek's eyes narrow on me, his fingertips drumming impatiently against the countertop. "We are going to need that room urgently."
The woman wastes no time once I pay her. "Here's your key."
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