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Three sharp taps, like the prelude to a royal execution. Windstone glanced up from his tablet with the resigned air of a man who had already calculated every possible escape route and found none.
"That," he said gravely, "would be Her Grace Cressida."
Lucas went very still.
Trevor leaned back in his chair with the loose, relaxed posture of a man who had zero intention of saving his husband.
"No," Lucas whispered, eyes wide. "It’s too early. She ...
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