Chapter 17 The Harvest Of Heartbreak

Nigel snapped his head toward the bird, his brow furrowed in utter disbelief. "I owe you nothing! Your 'Imperial Protocol' resulted in complete romantic ruin!"

"A deal is a deal, dark sorcerer," Gerald declared, puffing out his white chest and tapping his beak against the bench.

"I provided strate...

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