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31.2 AUTUMN FASHION WEEK 2
Sir Merrion shook his head slightly. “The King is merely worried, Miss. And the King told me that if you should ask why, I should say that it would be best for you to ask your father. He really said nothing else.”
I regarded Sir Merrion for a moment. Okay, that first part was the truth. The last part, though, was an outright lie.
With my Gift, I could tell that Sir Merrion was lying when he said that that was all the King had to say. But since I can’t read thoughts, I don’t know what the truth was or why he’s lying about it. I found Sir Merrion quite secretive, but I felt no malice or ill-intent from the elf Knight, so I decided not to press the issue. But that doesn’t mean I’m just going to blindly follow along.
“Alright. If His Majesty is gracious enough to lend me one of his precious Knights out of concern, then I suppose that’s that,” I said, wrapping an arm around Freya’s waist. I pulled her
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Agent Kaye had a little difficulty keeping the polite smile from slipping from his face. After the media conference, every Agent at HQ seemed like they felt it was their duty to let him know what they thought of what he did. Some gave him high-fives and appreciative pats on the back. Some rolled their eyes and whispered loudly about how arbitrary his remarks had been. And there were even some—only a handful, but still—who had the guts to ask him if the rumors about Alisa Vega and Jester Lee were true or not (for these people, he reserved the predatory cold smile Agent Alveston always makes before breaking a suspect’s spirit).Really, there are insensitive assholes everywhere, he thought in exasperation. Why can’t they just leave those two alone? Does it really matter when they started dating and who asked who out first?The AG had bigger things to worry about. Like the increasing Anomaly attacks. Like the ever-elusive Coven. Like the impending s
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Gregory’s phone vibrated in his pocket, and he raised his eyebrows in surprise at the caller ID on his holo-screen.“What is it?” he asked, and Jester’s image on screen showed he was driving.“I was with the Commander. She told me about Mrs. Vega’s connection to the Ivan Romina that was mentioned by Spencer in the diary. I think it’s important that we figure out how the diary connects your wife and her family to the Coven and to my own father,” said Jester, blunt as always. Gregory had to admit it was something he liked about the young man—no frills, no unnecessary bullshit.“We were planning to drop by and take a look at Mrs. Vega’s condition before Alisa and I left for M’lonia, but the emergency subjugation and the thing with Ms. Rosche changed my plans. I would like to see her now if that’s alright.”“It’s fine,” said Gregory. He tried not to feel too
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