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“I am the Lord High Commander of the Draell! Unhand me! Unhand me! I will have you all executed!” he screamed, his voice high-pitched and terrified.
His wails were so loud they heard them all the way from the hallway as he was dragged from the building.
Rosamund let out a breath that she hadn’t even realized she was holding.
Kodran favored her with an enormous, beaming smile.
“At last,” he said. “We can schedule the mating ceremony. Next week”
Rosamund smiled at him…but she shook her head. “Not so fast,” she said.
“Not?” Kodran looked dismayed.
“I just have one condition.”
