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MYLA
It takes a few hours to slog back to our rooms. Once there, I make a beeline for the kitchen. All of a sudden, I’m so hungry I could eat a vegetable.
So, that’s what I do.
Later on, Lincoln and I hang out in the study, which is a room with a lot of books as well as some sweet lounge chairs before a fireplace. I’m parked on one of those seats now, getting a foot massage from my king.
Sometimes, it’s good to be the queen.
Once massage-time is over, Lincoln marches over to his desk, opens the top drawer and sets the now dagger-sized Beryl Xyston inside. He gently closes the drawer.
“Whoa. You’re not even going to play with it a little?” I ask.
“No, I’m a demon hunter, not a conjurer.” He shakes his head. “If the nobles knew about Ixonia…”
“Then they’d freak. Still, it has to
