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The wooden tusk of the wolf mage’s furry face was enough to make my breath ragged and shallow as I struggled to understand what the hell was happening, cracking my eyes open an inch and immediately shutting them when the harsh fluorescent overhead smoked my vision.

“Your Highness-” I whispered, feeling my blood run cold when the mage’s clear eyes blazed into mine as he loomed over me, the heady feeling I had been getting since I got in only calming after I had snatched up the prince’s hand, feeling my breath hitch in my throat when his dust gray eyes filled with worry.

“Only for a few...