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... loose behind his back.
The storm outside clawed against the glass, relentless.
It mirrored the one rising inside him — not anger, not yet, but something colder.
Inevitable.
He turned away, his black and gold coat sweeping behind him like a shadow, and crossed the room with decisive steps.
"Clear the rest of my evening," he ordered without looking back.
Astana bowed low. "As you command, sire."
Damian didn’t wait for further acknowledgment. ...
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