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... oing it on purpose?
What was she supposed to say?
The table waited. The room itself seemed to wait. Even the air stilled, as if afraid to disturb the silence before her answer.
Her lips parted, but no sound came at first. She could feel her pulse pounding in her neck, her palms damp against the fabric of her dress. Her eyes darted, just once, to the Patriarch, stiff and confused, and then to Dawin, too still. Van leaned back, entertained, lips twitching with a private smi ...
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