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... IIIID WHAAATTT!?" Catherine’s voice cracked like a whip across the dining hall, bouncing off marble walls and rattling crystal chandeliers.
Her rage was not the quiet kind, not the restrained noblewoman’s anger Augustus was used to navigating. This was raw, primal, and unchained.
Augustus, the Viscount of the house, unconsciously pressed himself lower into his carved oak chair, his body shrinking as though sheer weight might protect him from the storm.
His hand twitched t ...
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