“From our Lady,” Tristian adds, gesturing to the truck. “For your Princess.” “A gift?” Wicker asks, eyes skeptical. “Why didn’t she take it to the shower?” “It’s too big,” Killian says, glancing at Sy. “And it’s probably going to take three of us to get it upstairs unless you’ve got an elevator in this place.” Pace narrows his eyes. “How do you know the nursery is upstairs?” Killian and Tristian exchange a look, but the King replies, “Don’t get paranoid. I just assumed.” None of us have forgotten the condition of the nursery that we abandoned or the rumors that followed. “Anyway, she said
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