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... wallowing the room in its wake. Trevor stayed seated, one hand still clutching the phone while the other dragged down his face, palm pressing against the sharp line of his jaw. His violet eyes burned in the dim light of his study, the last edges of sunset painting long shadows across the polished floor.
Dax was a fucking problem.
A beautiful disaster wrapped in authority and rage, but a problem nonetheless.
Trevor had made fun of him often enough, too easy with the king’s ...
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