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offered Hugh a nod.

How the devil could Walter have known what Hugh was feeling back in the library? Walter was

a Disgrace, and Disgraces were human. They didn’t have magic. To think that Walter could

hear the thoughts of Hugh’s inner dragon was absurd.

It came down to body language, Finch concluded. Walter had mentioned his observations and

had simply elaborated on them using vague and universally applicable language, much like

modern psychics. There was no way he’d actually heard Hugh’s dragon longing for Finch—

he’d simply guessed at it based on context clues.

The fact that he was pregnant with a Disgrace of his own was telling.

Disgraces were not dragons.

The other Drakes had mated and sired clutches with their Disgraces by chance, just like it had

always been, and just like it would always be. More than that, Disgraces were, well, disgraceful,

unlucky, and unfit for discerning dragons. It was why Finch’s childhood had been so cold and

lonely—why his father had never visited him once, nor ever made an effort to communicate.

When the ball came and went and Hugh failed to bond with any of the candidates, he’d realize

the same, and life would go back to normal. The world would become tidy again, and Finch

would take pride in serving his dragon the best way a Disgrace could. There was no other way

this could go. The alternative was simply too painful to consider.

Hugh

Three miniature gin bottles later, the Phantom turned onto the driveway leading to Hugh’s

estate and made its way toward the house. Hugh, nerves shot, pitched the bottles onto the

floor and slumped into his seat. Meeting his father’s omega had taken more out of him than

he’d anticipated, leaving him in a very sorry state indeed.

“Finch?” Hugh asked in a quiet voice as the car rolled forward. Like he had on the way there,

his manservant sat beside him. Hugh wouldn’t have him sit anywhere else—his presence was

a constant reassurance that all would eventually be well.

“Yes, sir?”

“What are you up to this afternoon?”

“Tending to the estate, sir,” Finch replied in a guarded tone of voice. No doubt he was upset

that Hugh had so thoughtlessly thrown the bottles of gin onto the floor. “I can list each individual

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