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... ugh the Armoire Estate like a banshee on fire. Birds took off from the trees. Somewhere, a maid dropped a tray. Faelan calmly wiped his spectacles on his sleeve like this wasn’t the beginning of a national crisis.
"I said," Faelan repeated, very slowly, "you are—possibly, probably—pregnant."
Lucien’s mouth flapped open like a fish pulled out of noble waters. "But—but—but I’m a beta! A man! With nothing down there to—how?!"
Faelan didn’t even flinch. "My lord, don’t forget ...
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