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... ressure immediately—something heavy, invisible pressing against the air.
But his face remained a mask.
Emotionless.
Cold.
He leaned back slightly, lips curving into a quiet laugh.
"You jest, Princess," he said lightly.
"Me? The Devil?"
He chuckled again.
"Truly, that’s a good one."
But his mind was a storm.
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