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... m like I meant to draw blood.
“I hear you’ve become a lackey for my parents,” I said.
Anyone else would have bristled, or snapped, or at least let the insult register in the tension of their shoulders.
Lucian only watched me.
Calm. Measured. Unmoved in a way that felt less like restraint and more like indifference.
“That would be inaccurate,” he said, his tone as even as it had been before.
I huffed a quiet laugh, circling him, pressure coiling tig ...
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