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... in his eyes to catch the torchlight and pin the man in place. There was no anger in his face, no raised voice... just an unblinking authority that made refusal feel stupid.
"I said," he repeated, calm as a blade resting against a throat, "open the gate. I want to go inside."
The guard swallowed so hard it echoed. His throat clicked, his lips trembled.
A beat.
Two.
Leon’s expression didn’t move.
But inside?
He felt it—the guard’s hesitation, ...
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