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... lar around his throat, intricate latticework, rows of perfect-cut diamonds catching the soft sun, the center crest heavy enough to feel like gravity. It was ridiculous. Obscene. And unmistakably Dax.
"Now I’m wearing something that cost more than a mid-rise bridge in a flood zone," he said, voice even. "Because apparently sentiment needs sparkle when you’re a monarch."
Sahir’s eyes flicked to the collar. Just once. Just long enough to confirm what he already knew.
"Twenty ...
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