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... the private chamber told him everything he needed to know about what had been said before he arrived.
Tiberon stood at the window, hands clasped behind his back.
Bellatrix sat near the hearth, spine straight, face carved from ice. She spoke first.
"Your princess made quite the display."
Dex didn’t sit. He leaned against the wall, arms crossed. "My princess could set this room on fire and I’d hand her the match. What’s your point?"
Bellatrix’s nostrils flar ...
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