“Enough with the mating,” he snapped. “We can hear you throughout the palace.” Indigo snorted. “Good.” Violet’s cheeks burned so hot she thought flames would come out of them. “You can all hear?” “He failed to set a privacy ward. Every fae with preternatural hearing caught every last whimper and sound,” Jasper replied, noticed her mortification, and then frowned. “I actually came here because we have visitors. The Prime and one of the Six are here. Be down in the war room an hour after sundown.” He looked slightly apologetic, and then he was gone, his boots thudding on the carpet. Violet shut
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