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... laced with amusement as he leaned against his ornate desk, fingers drumming lazily on its polished surface. The grand study was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of aged whiskey and old parchment. He exuded an air of unbothered dominance, watching his uninvited guests with an expression bordering on amusement.
Archer’s jaw was clenched, his stance rigid with barely restrained fury. "Where is she?"
Zareth exhaled, swirling the drink in his hand. "You assume I have her?"
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