Chapter 13 The Prince

Liandra

“You don't remember? We met at a gala a few years ago.”

“I can't even remember what I ate last, mister. What makes you think I'd remember you?”

He chuckled. “Fair enough.”

He stepped closer and took my hand, lifting it as though he intended to kiss it.

“Ezekiel Vonsyrom Antoine, at your ...

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