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... elieving." Jonas Hawthorne answered coolly, raising his glass and taking another sip.
He was never one for liquor, and he never let himself get drunk easily.
But tonight, for once, he wanted to let go, yet the more he drank, the more sober he became.
Leo Keane had no idea what he was thinking, and his brow furrowed along with him.
Jonas Hawthorne, on the surface, was cold as ice—a real Yama out in the world—but deep inside, he was loyal and sentimental.
It ...
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