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... ave it here, Your Grace."
"Stop. There's a limit to how much I'll let it go."
Although Dietrich put some annoyance into his voice, I just snorted and threw the papers on his desk.
'If there's a limit to how much he'll let it go, how far can I go?'
Thunk!
The dust on his desk floated along with the sound. I stared at him moving the pen in his hand on top of the ebony desk.
His hands were so pretty that it was hard to believe he was someone who wield ...
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