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... self-control to keep it lodged in his throat, somewhere just behind his pride and barely ahead of his rationality. But it was close.
Too close.
Because Chris smelled like heat and defiance and something far more dangerous than perfume. And he looked like a threat wrapped in silk and smug satisfaction.
The whisper left a phantom sensation against Dax’s skin, soft and unrepentant.
’Happy birthday, Your Majesty.’
The orchestra struck up the next refrain, as ...
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