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... used to being the center of every room she entered.
Misty lounged in her private salon, half-wrapped in a velvet robe and framed by floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the Capital’s western ridge. The marble underfoot was warm from the evening sun, the wine in her crystal glass older than her latest assistant, and the silence—
—deafening.
She hadn’t turned on the music today. She hadn’t summoned the housekeeper. The soft rustle of her robe as she moved was the only s ...
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