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The egg-man looks over my shoulder. “Those wings aren’t the only proof of your heritage. You’re a traitor, sending us all up river so you could save your petty mortal half. You’re nothing short of a—”
“Benedict,” I interrupt between clenched teeth.
Hubert’s eyes narrow—curious and hate-filled.
“Eggs Benedict.” I point to a picture on the menu. “Poached eggs. Canadian bacon. Hollandaise sauce and an English muffin. And I’d like a side of fruit.”
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A.G. Howard (Ensnared (Splintered, #3))