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"Who's he talking to?" she asked urgently, standing to get a better look at them.
"Prince Daeron," Brenn said, and she whirled on him. "What? I didn't name him."
"That's not a Targaryen prince," she hissed, and Brenn put up his hands.
"I didn't sire him either, Jeddie. Him and one of the sisters was born more on the Dayne side." She turned to look back at him, and made eye contact with Prince Aerion—she darted back down to her seat, feeling her face burn. "What's wrong with you?" he asked.
"Nothing," she said shortly, her eyes straight ahead.
"Can you swear to that?" he asked. "Because they're both looking over here now and I reckon I can take Daeron, but Aerion'd eat me for dinner."
"I fucked up," she admitted, letting it burst out of her chest like cannon fire. "I fucked it up so bad, Brenn—"
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- Part 4 of Tilted