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... ressed in, heavier than any spell.
Magnus Draven had revealed his hand—and I had refused it.
I could feel it: the shift in the air, the sudden tightening of noble jaws, the poorly-concealed smirks of those who longed to see me fall. Nobles rarely liked each other, but against a commoner who spat in their face? They became a pack.
Magnus adjusted his cuff, composed, but his gaze was darker now.
"Building your own army, was it?" he repeated, as though tasting the wo ...
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