You do realize you just insulted me, right?" "How so?" "You implied that I can't protect her or my people." I looked at him. "That's not at all what I meant." "Apologize and I'll let it go." I kept my hands firmly on the iron rail before me. Grabbing the weight bar and walloping the Beast Lord upside the head wouldn't be the best diplomatic move. "I'm sorry, Your Majesty." There. I was civil. It almost killed me.
Ilona AndrewsI turned and bumped by head against his chest a few times. It was the nearest hard surface.
Ilona AndrewsAs he passed me, he leaned to Curran and handed him a paper fan folded from some sort of flyer. Curran looked at the fan. โWhat?โ "An emergency precaution, Your Majesty. In case the lady faints.โ Curran just stared at him. Raphael strode toward the Pit, turned, flexed a bit, and winked at me. "Give me that,โ I told Curran. โI need to fan myself.โ "No, you donโt.
Ilona AndrewsI'm counting to ten in my head." "Is it helping?" "No." "It doesn't help me with you either. I used to life weights to alleviate frustration, but someone blowtorched my weight bench. How did you do it, by the way?" "I could tell you but then I'd have to kill you.
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