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... of his mouth ticked as though he’d been expecting it. He set his wine down and cut into his steak with slow precision. "I’m the king of Saha," he said. "What did you expect?"
Chris stared across the table, fork still in his hand. "Basic decency? Manners?"
Dax’s knife slid cleanly through the steak. "From a man who rules a country?" he asked, one brow lifting. "You’re setting the bar very high."
Chris stabbed a piece of vegetable a little harder than necessary. "From a ma ...
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