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Fire burned in my gut, stirring rapidly in my veins.

That Fae damned piece of horse shit…

King Athon had sent his guards to do his dirty work.

I dropped the piece of uniform onto the ground and smirked to myself. Two doors down hid what they desired, and, yet, a layer of dust had fooled them. I sauntered back into my bedchamber with more bounce to my steps.

I went right to my closet. I grabbed bags from the back of the chamber and started stuffing items inside. When one bag was filled, I moved out to my proper bedchamber. I picked out odds and ends that I enjoyed, and carefully placed them into the bags before moving on to my bathroom, doing the same here.

With three bags almost full, I tossed them onto my bed, scanning my room once more. The carpet was soft under my tapping foot while I placed my hands on my hips, evaluating everything within view.

The bookshelf caught my attention.

I lifted a frame from a shelf, studying the woodwork. It was from the Shifter Kingdom, the engravings of a mountain delicate and exquisite, each tree and rock carved with excellent care. I gauged the size of the frame, nodding slowly.

This felt…right…to take with me. Not just to irk.

I removed the portrait inside the frame, and snatched one of my scarves in my closet, hurriedly tying it around the wood. I grabbed a sheet of paper and my favorite pencil, quickly jotting down a note and stuffing it into the scarf. The frame went into my bag, along with the brown leather book.

All I had left to do was change my attire.

I was heading to the Shifter Kingdom.

After all, I did have an open invitation.