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Henry woke up to two immediate problems.
One, his head was pounding like he'd been hit by a war hammer.
Two, he was no longer in the arena.
He blinked groggily, trying to make sense of his surroundings. Plush silk pillows. Gilded walls. Dimly lit candles.
Oh no.
Oh, no.
He shot up, only to realize he was on a massive bed. Not his bed. A very, very expensive-looking canopy bed.
And sprawled next to him, lounging with the kind of ease on ...
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