“Well well, if it isn't the happily engaged couple,” she drawls, one perfectly arched brow lifting in amusement. “Not that I don't appreciate the surprise visit,” I say, “but how the hell did you get in here? The King has this place locked down tighter than a hipster’s skinny jeans.” Kiki waves a dismissive hand. “Please, child. I've been sneaking into castles since before you were a twinkle in your daddy's eye. Speaking of. . .” Her gaze turns shrewd. “I hear you've been cooking up quite the magical storm lately.” My brow furrows. “What are you talking about?” “Oh don't play coy with me,
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