These men don’t need a King. They don’t need a Princess. They need a mother. “Theodore Loeffler!” I bark, watching the man in question flinch with his whole body. When his gaze jolts to mine, I command, “Put that phone away or I’m going to take it.” His jaw drops. “But—!” “Now.” I channel my own mother, the look I give him brooking no argument.
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