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... u?" Arathor snapped, his voice booming like thunder barely held back by skin. His fingers curled into a fist, trembling, massive, and dangerous.
He was just about to strike Sylvaris’s mother. Once again. Then, without a word, Aureve stepped forward. His second wife. The one who always lingered at the edge of storms.
She caught his wrist.
"Darling, calm down," she said softly — too softly — her voice the only shield between wrath and disaster. "Sister didn’t mean anything ...
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