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... wasn’t Kesha he was angry with. Not truly. But she was in the way now, standing firm in front of the one decision he couldn’t hesitate with. Any more delay would only weaken him further.
"Kesha. Step aside."
His voice wasn’t loud. It didn’t need to be. The weight in it was enough to hush the air.
There was no anger in the tone. Only resolve — cold and final. A King’s authority dressed in a father’s grief.
He wished it didn’t have to sound so final, but what could ...
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