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... apphire cuffs, the pristine line of his suit contrasting the shadowed room. He had no use for priestly robes, no interest in appearing sanctified. Clean lines, sharp tailoring, and a face that could pass for polished nobility. Blue eyes that saw too much. Hands that did not tremble.
Christian Velloran trembled.
He was pinned against the wall, one hand clawing at Benedict’s grip at his throat, the other uselessly scraping at plaster as his breath fractured into shallow, panicked g ...
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