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... His violet eyes narrowed slightly, and the room seemed to grow colder despite the morning sun streaming through the windows.
"Tell me, Soren Thorne...what is your house?" The question sliced through the air, sudden and sharp as a blade in the dark.
Soren felt his pulse quicken. This wasn’t about politics anymore; this was personal. The truth was simple, but admitting it here felt like laying down a weapon.
"I have none," he said, meeting Ayren’s gaze steadily. "I’m gutter ...
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