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Banjo’s fingers grasped my chin and tilted it up. He leaned in. “You want me to kiss you, sad eyes? Because the way you’re staring at me says you do.”
“The pauper bows to the princess, Colt. You’d do well to remember that.”
“Be good to our girl.” My heart thumped. Our girl. Was that what I was?
