Chapter 45
"There's going to be a celebration of Libelle's coronation. It's going to be a ball in the next couple of days," Levinia drawled as she brushed her tangled hair. "It's been a week and they're still celebrating," Reed pouted. "It's exhausting." "What happened to the army man you claimed to be, Reedie?" Anya teased. Reed hated being called Reedie but if he hated it then Anya loved to use it as leverage against him. "I told you not to call me that," he growled. "Did I hit a nerve?" Anya mused. "Oh, you hit more than a nerve," Cairn stated boringly. "Reed, we don't need more furniture broken," Aria sighed and managed to settle down with Reed in the corner of the room. "Killjoy," Anya rolled her eyes. "I would've won," he grumbled as Aria shushed him and stroked his hair. Anya fashione
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