Maid in Disguise

Isabella’s POV

“When will breakfast be ready? We are starving!” Jaxon’s voice dragged through the kitchen doorway like nails on glass.

I turned slowly, spatula in hand, and gave him the kind of eye-roll that could peel paint off the walls.

“Relax, warlord. Food’s almost done. Try not to faint bef...

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