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Lyon knew she wasn't aware she was being watched, either. she wouldn't have eaten the leaf otherwise, or reached for another. “sir, which one is princess christina?” andrew asked lyon, just as rhone started in choking on his laughter. rhone has obviously been watching christina, too. “sir?” “the blond-headed one,” lyon muttered, shaking his head. he watched in growing disbelief as christina daintily popped another leaf into her mouth. “which blond-headed one?” andrew persisted. “the one eating the shrubs.
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Lyon Knew She Wasn't Aware She Was

Julie Garwood
Lyon knew she wasn't aware she was being watched, either. she wouldn't have eaten the leaf otherwise, or reached for another. “sir, which one is princess christina?” andrew asked lyon, just as rhone started in choking on his laughter. rhone has obviously been watching christina, too. “sir?” “the blond-headed one,” lyon muttered, shaking his head. he watched in growing disbelief as christina daintily popped another leaf into her mouth. “which blond-headed one?” andrew persisted. “the one eating the shrubs.
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