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Interests. I almost laughed. That’s one way to say I slept with the queen’s pet assassin and lover. Of course, I hadn’t known he was either at the time. I shook my head. “You know that even if Faerie recognizes me as inheriting, I’m not going to automatical y join a court. I don’t know anything about the courts.” “I know. But at least if the holding is claimed, that wil be taken care of.” She gave me a weak smile. “Desmond and I can wait it out as long as we know we’re not going to be tossed and traded around.” “Am I inheriting the dog as wel ?” The dog in question rol ed back his lips, showing fangs, and Pookie winced. “Not exactly. I’l explain later. Are you ready?” Well, I guess this is it. I nodded and fol owed her as she walked around the back of the tree. I expected a trapdoor i
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