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Bridget watched him with pity as horror filled his eyes.

A sweet taste was in his mouth, and it wasn’t the familiar taste of the king. It only horrified him more. Then his face became pained. “Please, tell me it’s not Rosalie,” he groaned in self-disgust and grief, his heart filled with agony.

“No, it’s not Rosalie, Cedric. It’s Sadie.”

He closed his eyes against the wave of shame and anguish. Thi