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... the barest arch above eyes steady as stone. The great slab of a boy had barely spoken, but now his voice rumbled low, even.
"They?"
Lucavion flashed his teeth in a grin that was half mischief, half deflection. "Yes. They. A whole delightful collection of bright-eyed, eager young prodigies—waiting to expand their social horizons."
Mireilla’s eyes narrowed, suspicion sharp enough to cut. "How do you know them?"
Lucavion pressed a hand to his chest like she’d just ac ...
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