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... all doors was not peaceful, it was filled with the suffocating perfumed arrogance of the High Council that had sat only moments before.
Lucian remained standing at the head of the table, his palms pressed flat against the polished surface.
The wood was cold, yet beneath his touch, he felt the vibrations of the seven seats that had just been vacated.
They had smiled as they rose—a collection of bared fangs and predatory warmth that never reached their eyes.
Lord Cy ...
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