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... leather chair. The smell of the spilled wine was sharp and acidic, mixing with the scent of his own fear-sweat.
He stared at the young man standing over him. A moment ago, he had thought he was holding the leash. He thought he was the wise, powerful High Priest manipulating a talented but naive commoner.
He was wrong.
The threat Leo had whispered wasn’t a bluff. Remus could feel it in his old bones. The killing intent rolling off the boy was heavier than the stone armor o ...
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