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... ce drawled from across the table. Magnus, who had yet to put so much as a crumb on his plate, was leaning back in his chair, eyes fixed on Michael as if he’d been watching him for some time.
Michael swallowed the last bite in his mouth, a faint unease creeping into his voice. "Why?"
"It’s magical beast meat," Magnus replied with a sly grin. "Specifically, Crimsonback Bull."
Magical beast meat? Michael’s mind reeled.
Wasn’t that supposed to be impossible to eat? Co ...
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