"When do we leave, Your Highness?" Wendell asked. I sighed and raised my hands to cover the heat in my cheeks and settle my thoughts. "The sooner the better. I'd hate to have Camellia come crowing victory to me, and she may decide to try and claim some of you if we're not quick enough." I peeked through my fingers at Owen. "Unless you might prefer to be claimed?" Owen frowned at the others before realizing the question was directed at himself. He shook his head quickly. "Not by anyone other than you." My stomach flipped, and I returned to hiding behind my hands. Something was definitely
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