“Remember when we hid them, Clare? He went ballistic.” “Because you were thieves! I bought them with my own money,” the boss grumbled, his black stallion chuffing like it agreed with him. Clare gave him an evil grin. “I thought you were a fan of theft.” He huffed. “Not when it’s something that’s mine.” Kingsley held up a sign that read, Lonely. Evie pouted and looked at the boss, her heart swelling at the possibility. “Is that why you have so many? You’re lonely in your bed?” The Villain ripped the sign away from Kingsley before plopping it in Tatianna’s pink-gloved hand. “Don’t be
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