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... ps low and deliberate, carrying the weight of a blade sliding free from its sheath. His gaze, cool as a winter stream, flicked toward Isabella with a coldness that made the air itself tense.
Isabella’s breath hitched. That tone—so flat, so dangerously calm—always meant trouble.
He repeated it slower, as if testing each word on his tongue. "Your. Cyrus."
For the first time in his life, Kian found himself... offended. And Kian didn’t do offense. He lived above such things, ...
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