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... Wasn’t schooled in misdirection or honeyed masks. He didn’t weave lies—he endured. He stood. He fought.
And that was the risk.
Not Lucavion recognizing her—she could deflect, manipulate, seduce if she had to.
But if he recognized Reilan for the blade he once was...
She swallowed hard. Her gaze flicked—brief, sharp—toward Cedric.
Still calm. Still unreadable. But his jaw was tight.
He felt it too.
Not fear. Not panic. But that electric stil ...
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