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    "Look at that," Ilya rumbled, nodding at the two boys. "Your kid likes my kid. He’s got good taste. Maybe they’ll get married one day, eh? They be endgame. Imagine the dynasty. Hockey and royalty. We would be unstoppable."

    Henry visualized, with crystal clarity, scooping Archie up, marching him back to the motorcade, and locking him in the highest tower of Windsor Castle until he was at least forty-five.

    "My Archie is three," Henry said, feeling the same irritation he felt in the tunnel years ago. "And he is not marrying anyone. Least of all a chaotic, hockey-playing ruffian who steals equipment."

    Ilya threw his head back and laughed, a booming sound that made a passing Mountie flinch. "You sound just like Shane's dad. 'Oh no, the big bad Russian is coming for my baby.'" He winked at Henry. "Spoiler alert, Wales: the Russian always wins."

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