Brothers
Lord Kellen’s POV I threw my jacket on my desk. Coercion was such a pesky business and I preferred not to if I could avoid it. Unfortunately, it never was. That little scientist always stunk of fear, but he’d do as I told him. I had something he wanted. A knock sounded, quiet against the heaviness of my door. “Enter,” I said. My assistant came in. She held a slip of paper which I took from her. ‘Princes set sail for Lupus’ it said. I threw it in the fireplace. I handed her a satchel of herbs which she quietly brewed a pot of tea with. “Thank you,” I cracked a small smile at her. “Remind me to give you some time off,” I murmured. “You must miss your family.” She inclined her head in thanks and left when I dismissed her. The doors shut firmly behind her and I removed
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