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I glare down at Connor, my hands balling into angry fists. I so want hurt this man, it isn’t funny. Once Hildy left, Lincoln and I had the guards drag the King and Queen Emeritus in here for an interrogation. It hasn’t exactly been a love fest.
“I’ll ask you once again, Father.” Lincoln’s voice drips with menace. “What the hell is going on?”
“Going on?” Connor asks with a chuckle. “Who says something’s going on?” He wraps his arm around Octavia’s shoulder, pulling her in for a closer snuggle on the couch. You’d think they were lovebirds about to watch their favorite TV show, not ex-rulers ready to get their asses handed to them.
“Drop the act, Father.”
“We already know Hildy is a Grand Master monopsyche,” I say. “She can move souls from Hell.”
Octavia rounds on her husband. “See? I
