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Dean stayed exactly where he was, elbows on the table, face in his hand for one brief second longer than pride allowed. When he lowered his hand, he forced himself back into composure the way he always did: spine straight, expression neutral, shoulders deliberately loose, like none of this had happened and he hadn’t just been verbally dissected by three heirs over breakfast.
Arion didn’t speak.
He stood behind Dean’s chair, unmoving, tall enough that his shadow reached ...
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