Fifty Five
“The little human you sent is doing surprisingly well in our infantry,” Christian said with a smirk as they strolled the garden path, the late sun turning the hedges gold. “Aldric?” Zaria asked, and Christian nodded, amusement bright in his eyes. “Callen hates him,” Christian laughed, like it was the funniest kind of tragedy. “Truly despises him. Which, of course, makes me adore the man.” Zaria’s mouth curved before she could stop it. “Well, he did offer to become my third husband.” Christian halted so abruptly that Zaria’s steps stumbled half a beat. His head turned slowly toward her, grin widening in a way that was almost villainous. “Did he now…” He stroked his chin as if considering state policy. “Isn’t that why he is being bullie-” “Never mind,” Zaria cut in, grabbing Christian
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