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... eem like the kind of man who likes to be kept waiting."
Kael chuckled softly, finally lifting his gaze. "You’re right. I’m not."
He gestured to the opposite seat. "Sit."
Merlin did. The chair was plush but heavy, like everything else in this room. Built for comfort, but meant to remind whoever sat in it of the weight beneath that comfort.
Kael poured the wine, crimson, aged, probably older than either of them deserved to drink.
"Do you drink, Mr. Everhart? ...
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