“I think you must be confused, Corinna,” an unexpected voice joined the conversation, and his tone sent a delicious shiver racing down my spine. I had never heard him sound so dangerous. “I decide who’s welcome in Marin, not you.” She paled and fell back several steps as if driven by an invisible source. “P...Prince Jonathan. I…I just…” “Yes?” He stepped into view, stopping just in front of me as if shielding me from her. “You just what?”
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