Chapter Forty Two

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Princess Francesca’s POV I take to the stairs as quickly as I can, knowing that I have to find Ros and provide her with at least some form of backup. Do I believe Stefano can fight? Not one bit. The coward has always surrounded himself with others who will do the job for him. However, he is cunning, devious and has a knack for laying traps. I have to hand it to the asshole. When I reach the top of the staircase, I tug on the door and find myself on the quiet top floor of the east wing. Suddenly, the sound of gunfire from the floors down below cut through the silence and I gasp in shock. I’ve never particularly known the king’s guard to carry weapons. Gabriel and Griff are down there. Both are strong fighters, but they can’t compete with that. Worry begins to eat away at me as I qui

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