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... is steak was enough to make me want to burn the building down. Scrape. Clink. Chew.
I sat at the long mahogany table, swirling the amber liquid in my glass. I didn’t drink it. I just watched the light catch the alcohol, counting the seconds. In exactly three seconds, my father, Raymond, would clear his throat and offer Rowan more wine.
One.
Two.
Three.
"More vintage, Alpha Rowan?" Raymond asked, his voice eager, bordering on pathetic. "It’s from the s ...
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