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He threw a baffled look at Bridget, whose cheeks were red and her eyes wet from crying. His eyes went back to the boy.

But it was Rosalie who continued. “That night, you held your slave and informed her that you wanted to lose yourself in her, and she let you. Do you remember what happened that night? Do you remember what happened in the end?”

The king was dumbfounded. He remembered, all too clear