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... and courtly, designed to make the air feel safer than it was.
Lucas moved like he belonged to the room now. Not as a guest, not even as a host. As something the room had been built around.
And across the ballroom, two specters in white watched him.
Not ghosts. Not quite.
But something close.
Misty Kilmer stood near the eastern arch, posture elegant in a gown that whispered of old money and older ambition. The white silk clung to her like an apology she ne ...
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