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... iles and spraying dark tea like ink.
Mark’s temper snapped. He snatched at the nearest maid before she could bend to pick it up; her hair was yanked hard enough that she cried out. Her skirts rustled as she scrambled backward on unsteady legs.
"Who told you to do that?" he barked, breath ragged. The room smelled of rain and citrus oil from the servants’ baskets. His voice was thin but vicious, like a sting in velvet.
"I—I’m sorry, si—sire... I won’t do it again... please, ...
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