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A crease formed between Flynn’s brows as he walked near us. “Rendezvous? Who’s having a rendezvous?”
Leila shrugged. “No one. Just a joke, brother. Honestly, you have no sense of humor.”
Flynn stopped in front of us, his gaze lingering on me for a moment longer than necessary.
“Beta Lord,” I murmured, quickly lowering my head in a curtsy. Meeting his eyes made me uneasy—embarrassing, even. Knowing the contraceptive herbs I had hidden were now exposed, I couldn’t help but wonder if Cole had confronted him about it or held him accountable.
Flynn gave a curt nod of acknowledgment, then turned his attention to Leila. “I came looking for you. You were out?”
There was a faint trace of concern in his voice.
“You shouldn’t—”
“Well, well,” Leila cut in sharply, her expression twis
