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... n her fingers.
The golden liquid in it shimmered faintly in the soft light of the oil lamps. Across from her sat Eli, relaxed but ever alert.
The low murmur of conversation faded the moment the door creaked open.
Ian strolled in—slow, casual, but utterly painted in red.
His cloak was stiff with dried blood. His sleeves were soaked to the elbows. The metallic scent followed him like a fog of death.
"Your Highness," he said with a slight nod, continuing his ...
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