A Final Plea

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*Rafe* “Are you ready?” Percival asks. The man looks ragged. Whatever he does to make sure I don’t keel over is really taking its toll. For that reason alone, I need to make sure Howard sees the light. I’m afraid Percival is going to die instead of me. “I’m as ready as I’ll ever be,” I admit. I step out of the carriage as it rolls to a stop in front of Howard’s very luxurious looking home. Karl is there to greet me with a wide smile and a warm arm clasp. “Rafe. You look like shit.” “Thanks,” I reply with a laugh. “You look great.” Howard stands off to the side, eyeing me contemptuously. We are already off to a bad start, it would seem. “Alpha King Howard,” I say with a slight nod. “King Rafe.” He responds coolly. “Shall we retire to the conference room? It seems we have a lot to di

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