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... e with quiet grace. Reina glided like moonlight on water—ethereal, composed—while Reid carried himself with the poise of a man carved from legacy and discipline.
His face was calm, but beneath that calm: precision. Control. Lucian watched, momentarily stunned. The man he used to mock, joke with, pull into harmless mischief... that Reid was gone.
Now, he looked every bit the Duke of Greywood.
A faint golden glow lit Reid's throat—his Dominion awakening with practiced ease. ...
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