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The men were settled around bottles of cognac when Artemis entered to announce that dinner was ready. Not for all—they knew. It was for Don Carlos and Aiden and her. the guards would figure out themselves though they wished to be part of the meal.

“Indeed,” Don Carlos rose to his feet. Aiden joined him and together, they followed Artemis into the building, but Artemis led them out through the backyard door to the backyard garden where she fixed a makeshift dinning and laid out the meal she made.

“What the heck is this?” Don Carlos posed.

Aiden raised his brows. He could have warned Artemis to be...