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... abriel with a look so cold, so utterly still, that it sent a chill down Beatrice’s spine.
Gabriel, to his credit, recovered quickly. He straightened, stepping back just enough to feign innocence.
"Your Highness," he greeted smoothly, as if he hadn’t just cornered her. "I was merely keeping Lady Beatrice company on her way to her chambers."
Beatrice clenched her fists.
Liar!
Francois’ expression didn’t change. He didn’t look at Beatrice, didn’t acknowledge ...
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