My hands lifted and slid through his dark hair. King let out a sound that resembled a purr—deeper than Princess’s, but the quality was the same. He slowly bowed his head, lowering until it connected with my belly. My fingernails scraped his scalp, and that purr morphed into a soft growl. “Too much?” I asked. “Perfect,” King mumbled. I kept massaging his head as if it would solve all our problems. But I knew it wouldn’t. I realized I had to be brave, too. Sucking in a breath, I gave him a piece of my truth. “I’m scared you’ll never be able to see past who my father is.” King didn’t lift his
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