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Get the APPReborn to Ruin My Cheating Dragon Husband and Claim My Cursed Warlord
Chapter 7
Merce
n the vaulted corridor t
covered by a warm glass dome. Beside it rested a tall c
ed the
along the meat, the exact sear on the edges, and even the angle of the silver carving k
e credenza, fidget
asked, cutting a small piece of th
smoky crust that only high-level dragonfire could produce.
sked guard brought it from the lower scullery. He
used above
a
ng over the platter. Beneath the aroma of roasted meat lay t
ve a slow,
d forty thousand dragon riders, standing over a scull
the warm vitality of the meat chasin
turned my eyes toward the dar
out,
into the candlelight, his tall fra
High
toward him until I stood
o my breath brushed the top of his hood. "Where did a common
ed, his voice coming out strained and rough. "In the northern garr
ng at the base of his throat. "I was under the impression that only a pure-blood
ng red. He jerked back a fraction of an inch,
e rasped, keeping his face tu
osture for a long momen
miss
anished through the archway l
n Har
he outer colonnade, my chest heaving as if I had ju
up, touching the co
with a sharp, agonizing throb. The soul-devouring curse was gnawingfusing to let a single gr
my collar. Her pure golden eyes had loo
hideous Lord of the North-she would recoil in disgust. A pure-blood princess
de the estate walls snapped my
lared with savag
lf-blood cur dared to step within a mile of her bedchambe
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