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Chapter 18 - Eighteen: More or less? Hot or cold?
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... air shortly after King Xavriel’s departure. Elena sat stiffly in her chair, too scared to even utter a word. What exactly did he mean by that? Weapons can cut their masters? She?
Though he had smiled politely and spoken with the grace of a benevolent ruler, something about him just made her feel squirmy inside and not in a good way. Like the taste of avocado after eating pear.
Damien remained perfectly still beside her without even moving a muscle. His gaze remained on the doors ...
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