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... vender and the metallic tang of Isabella’s half-finished brew.
Isabella’s hand trembled, the stone cup clinking against her teeth as she took a shaky breath. She looked at Lucian, waiting for him to object, to say that Clara was exaggerating, or that he would never let that happen.
But fuck, he remained perfectly still on the velvet couch. His eyes were fixed on the blue flames of the hearth, his profile as cold and immovable as a statue.
He wasn’t surprised. He had known ...
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