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“I know I’ll survive. I’m just not sure Kelan’s son will if he keeps looking at Alice the way he does,” he warned.

Kelan slammed his hands on the table and rose to his feet with a growl. “Are you threatening Bálint?”

“YES! I’ll threaten any damn male who looks at my daughter!” Ha’ven snapped.

“What’s wrong with Bálint looking at Alice? They’ve grown up together,” Vox said.

Trelon lifted his arms above his head and yawned. “Obviously, you haven’t been paying enough attention, Vox. Haven’t you noticed the way Roam is always sniffing around Spring?”

Vox scoffed. “You don’t think— They are just kids— Roam isn’t?—”

Trelon lounged back in his chair and waited. Almost immediately, the Sarafin King’s eyes locked on the pink fabric, and he paled. Vox launched himself to his feet with his hands on the table.

“That’s it. We’re at war,” Vox announced.

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