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I gaped at the rock for a moment before I whipped my head up to Bleat’s face. He did the same before a sheepish grin slipped onto his lips. “What is that doing in there?”
My face drooped and I frowned. “You weren’t looking for me with that bag of rocks, were you?”
“It was just a coincidence that we found each other,” Bleat assured me as he tossed the rock back into the bag and tossed the sack over his shoulder.
I snorted. “Yeah, just a coincidence, and I’m the queen of England.”
Bleat arched an eyebrow. “You’re a queen, too?”
I rolled my eyes. “Never mind.” I turned to the burly gentleman and tapped my finger on the face of the broach. “Can you really take this off?”
He nodded. “Yep, though it’s not an easy job, so I’ll need some payment.”
I grabbed the mouth of the bag
