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Caelan’s summons had arrived thirty minutes earlier from Adelle, his secretary, who was terse, dry, and imperial in the way that all truly dangerous things were.
He knew why he was called to the palace and he was guessing that Caelan would ask for Lucas soon too.
Now, seated in the back of the car, one ankle resting over his knee, he watched the city unfold like a stage set—polished roads, curated greenery, gates that parted on sight. The D’Argente estate fell behind in ...
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