“Why am I always last?” Max grouched, though he stuffed the food into his mouth all the same. “It is a matter of prestige, of course,” Geraldine told him. “First the Queens, above all as is just and right.” “Uh-huh. But why can’t I be after them?” “Well then, our dear Dragoon, consort to one of the True Queens, returned from death itself where he no doubt had slim pickings when it came to food of this quality-” “He was dead, he didn’t need any food,” Seth interrupted as he took a seat on Caleb’s other side, taking a savage bite from a bar of chocolate which I’d hidden behind the fucking
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