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... ove, someone please tell Osric to relax before he glares a hole through the next fruit seller.
Seriously.
He didn’t look like a protector right now.
He looked like a demon—an overgrown, brooding, six-foot menace dressed in a plain robe—staring daggers at every single soul who so much as breathed near me.
You’d think I was made of stardust and national secrets the way he hovered.
And I do mean hovered.
He was so close to me that we could probably be ...
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