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... ooth. Silent. Not even a hum.
Naomi leaned against the mirror-paneled wall, arms crossed loosely over her chest, trying not to stare too hard at the man standing beside her.
Lux Vaelthorn.
What a name.
What a... presence.
He stood there like the world owed him something. But not in the arrogant, chest-puffed, entitled way Carson did. No. Lux looked like he already collected what the world owed him. Spent it. Burned the receipt. And now he was just cruising ...
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