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... If a storm cloud could manifest over a person's head, Easton would be the living, brooding embodiment.
"Back so soon from your romantic escapade?" chimed a voice, dripping with playful annoyance.
Easton didn't even bother looking up. "I am not in the mood, Thea," he snapped, his tone as sharp as a knife.
Althea gracefully pushed off the wall she'd been leaning against, gliding to his side with an infuriatingly smug grin. "What's the matter, dear brother? Did your precious ...
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