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One-on-one sessions are weird. I always go back to my room wondering who the fuck is crazier. Me or Edmundo Salazar who is just stroking my ego in a way that he probably shouldn't be. The definition in my muscles is starting to show. My abdomen is rock-hard and I feel great. He's even cut my medication in half. I'm only taking three now.

I have a few days left and I'm finally allowed to join the others for dinner. It was just breakfast and lunch before. Nine pairs of eyes look up at me when I enter the room. Beatris has not answered a single one of my questions. She simply stares back at me amused when I crack a joke or talk her ear off. She guides the to the line where the trays are.

Her eyes stay on me as she takes the tray and starts setting the plates and bowls on each section. When I reach for my own tray she puts her hand out stopping me.

"You're not allowed to touch the metal weapons you can potentially kill someone with, Your Majesty, she says and motions me to walk up ahead.

I look down at the tray and understand why I wasn't allowed down here when the moon is up. I point at what I want and she gets it for me. When I spin around to see where I'm going to be sitting, I find three tables. Two are taken and the table in the back the table available is housing my in-laws and my in-laws only.

I snatch my bottle of apple juice before Beatris can react and growl at her when she tries to take it back. I take a seat and she places my tray in front of me and takes a few steps back. I look back at her wondering if she's going to breathe down my neck. "You can watch her just fine from the doorway," James growls at her. Her eyes snap to me.

"Not to take his side but he's right. I'm fine," I reassure her. She takes a deep breath and backwalks to the far wall of the dining room. I turn my attention back to them. "Thanks,"

"Why are you being so guarded?" the Queen asks.

"I'm not. She's here for your protection," I say annoyed at the plastic spoon I was given instead of real silverware like everyone else.

"You look better," she adds after a while. "Rested and ready to get the hell out of here,"

I look up at her and my heart breaks for her a little bit. She doesn't look well-rested. Her once silky hair is a tangled mess. The dark circles under her eyes are proof of her sleepless nights. Her skin is a little dry, and I can smell the distress she's going through. James looks well actually. Better than he had the last time I basically called him a bitch. Well rested, his hair is a little longer than it had been and he's eating a lot more than the Queen and I are. He also looks like he's been working out.

"You're not committed enough," I tell her. Her eyes come back up to me.

"Excuse me?"

to Edmundo. It's why you can't sleep. Your skin is dry from sitting under

seems to be on board," Try sitting away from the bed

tosses me his fork when he sees me struggle with

growl at Beatris when she tries to come take it

them and continue eating. Dammit, I miss Jonas's food. Everything else tastes bland to me. He did that. He

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glare he shoots me "What have you

the Whyouheon

in my room I can use to escape. It's just me, the bed, and the electric fireplace on the wall for

have a fully stocked library

Learn anything?"

people to fuck off," I say in Lycarian. The two of them laugh. "I requested your entire work

the fuck would you do

stay under the radar. The Vampire King is planning a coup against the rest of us. I think we should take him out before he breaks the treaty. Let them battle it out until we get someone who can play well with the rest of

fucks about what the old man wants anymore. If you

you

I designed all sixty safe havens and the theater room. You scratched the surface

"I didn't have to,"

rounds of conditioning because my father's training was a little too deep for his liking. Then he set me and Vy up to be trained by the Rogue

were you when he

the Vampire

do you know that?"

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