I spotted a pair of small feet poking out from beneath the covers, a child-sized lump positioned at the bottom of the bed. Shit. Landon had one son. He’d never remarried after his wife died, despite being nearly as rich as the king himself and the subject of many of the court ladies’ attentions. I paused, my hand beginning to tremble. If the child woke— No. I’d told Cirian long ago that I drew the line at harming children, but even if he didn’t wake during the act, the bustling of the new morning would rouse him eventually, and he would forever be traumatized by the memory of waking up in a
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