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... e detail to make him feel real. And now, staring at him in the flesh, Ethan couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of awe mixed with gut-twisting terror.
He looked exactly like Ethan had imagined. No, better.
Dark hair, messy but somehow perfect, framing his face like something out of a painting. His eyes were sharp and vivid, almost glowing in the dim light. Ethan could've sworn there was a faint glimmer of power just beneath the surface, like Lucien's very presence demand ...
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