The minute we stepped into my chambers, Armand, Ulysses, Randale, and Lowe all stood up in greeting. 

“How did it go?” Ulysses was the first to ask. 

“He feigned innocence.” Uncle Marrok burst out laughing, shaking his head.

My stomach chose to growl at that moment, and everyone joined Uncle Marrok in the laughter. 

Ulysses walked over, laced his fingers with mine, and stated, “Let us feed you.” 

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