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... silverware-polished kind of way. Not in the way noble houses often held silence like a statement. This quiet was different.
It was personal.
The long table had been set for two instead of the usual three. Serathine was out—some social function with ambassadors and heirs she pretended not to loathe. The staff, as always, kept their presence minimal, leaving the air scented faintly with lemon and wine.
Lucas sat near the far end, posture straight, hands resting lightly aga ...
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