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... and a hard place. He was sweating, pale, and clearly was scrambling to come up with something to say. Not quite an excuse, but a denial of some kind.
"Cassian, I like you. I don’t like-" Edgar stared at Cass, and the words caught in his throat. Cass was looking not at him, but through him. Whatever bullshit he was about to spew, Cass wasn’t going to take. Not that Edgar had kissed Cass as a distraction from the interaction he’d had with Lord Ridgewood; Cass valued himself more than that. ...
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