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... r the suite as if the world was holding its breath for them.
Trevor slid a plate toward Lucas—sliced fruit, toasted bread, and a soft-boiled egg in a porcelain cup. Nothing fussy, but it was warm and thoughtfully arranged, which made Lucas blink once and mutter something about not being royalty before Trevor cut him off with a fork pointed directly at his face.
"Eat. Or I’ll call Windstone and let him decide your portions."
Lucas took the toast immediately. "Tyrant."
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