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... een caught. He had been caught smiling. A smile, he was certain, that made him look like a depraved lunatic.
He needed a lie. A fast one. A boring one.
He cleared his throat, the sound a rough, gravelly rasp. "The tea," he said, his voice stiff. He lifted his cup, his hand miraculously steady. "The tea smells... very good today."
He took a long, desperate sip. It was cold. It was bitter. It was, quite possibly, the worst tea he had ever tasted.
Rowan stared at him ...
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