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"Because..." he pulled in a breath, already moving toward the pile of discarded clothes, "my dad will ruin my vacation. C’mon."
That caught her. "To the mortal realm?"
"Yes," he said, yanking on his trousers with the speed of someone dressing in a burning house. "We’re going to have our fun there. No fathers. No Thrones. No political babysitters."
She made a low, amused sound as she slid into her gown, the silk clinging like it knew exactly whose hands would ruin ...
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