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... ery syllable dripped with venom.
He stood in the doorway of his quarters, one arm braced against the frame, the other crossed over his chest like armor. His posture was relaxed on the surface, but his muscles were tense—ready to react. His golden-orange eyes narrowed sharply at the man standing before him.
Alexandrius.
His father.
Lancelot hadn’t seen him—hadn’t spoken to him—since the infamous ball. The same night his father tried to publicly humiliate him, sneer ...
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