He had a scruffy beard and the ubiquitous big camera carried by paparazzi, and I turned away from him quickly. The spell that had been cast to protect my family and me from the paparazzi should have worked to keep him from taking a direct photo of my face, but everything was fallible. Before I could climb back into my car, he approached. “Your Grace?” I turned to him. “You really don’t need to bother with the honorific if you’re also planning on invading my privacy.” He shrugged. “Thought it might soften the blow.” “Of what?” A chill raced down my skin. “Just a photo I’m looking for a comment
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