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“The pauper bows to the princess, Colt. You’d do well to remember that.”
“Thing is, Colt,” I said quietly, my voice as deadly as his was. “You can try, but I’m not breakable.”
“Be good to our girl.” My heart thumped. Our girl. Was that what I was? Warmth kindled inside me when Banjo nodded.
