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... on. His elbows dug into Hadrian’s chest, the blade hovering just above his jugular, poised to drink the pulse that throbbed wildly beneath his skin.
"Leroy?" he gasped.
The man above him smiled.
No, not the smile Hadrian knew. This one was cold, sharp, and unrecognizable in its malice. Candlelight danced over Leroy’s face, catching the sharpness of his cheekbones, the glint in his eyes.
"Leroy’s in his study," he murmured with a mock tilt of his head. "Are you hal ...
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