Chapter 18
Author: Teddy
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CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Declan woke to pale morning light streaming through the tall windows of his palace bedroom.

For a moment, he forgot where he was.

Then it all came rushing back.

The party.

The champagne thrown in his face.

The laughter.

The way Stefan had touched his shoulder like he was something to be pitied.

The way Tahlia had whispered that he was not even worth the money.

The way the Governor had looked at him like he was dirt tracked in on expensive carpet.

Declan sat u
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