“I have been gone for over three years and no one can even bother to get their prince a drink?” he accused, striding for the bar at the back. Cyrus snorted, spooning roasted vegetables onto his plate. “While you’ve been vacationing with the mortals, someone had to deal with Talwyn. You should be getting me a drink, asshole.” “He is incredibly needy, isn’t he? Poor thing fussing over getting his own alcohol,” Scarlett said, taking a piece of bread from the basket that Briar was handing her. “Says the one who was just waited on by a prince,” Sorin quipped while pouring liquor into a glass. “I
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