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Chapter 199: Mistake
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... vibrating with the aftershock of my voice. It was a frequency the people in this room weren’t used to, not the volume, which remained measured, but the absolute lack of negotiation in the marrow of it.
I didn’t rush. I walked toward the center of the disturbance with a slow, rhythmic gait that claimed every inch of marble I stepped on. The security detail had frozen like statues in a park, their hands hovering in a pathetic, mid-air stasis.
I reached Noah. Up close, the details ...
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