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... presence. The kind that crawled up the skin, sank into the spine, and said something had shifted.
Evangeline exhaled, slow and unhurried, the corners of her lips lifting—not with affection, but with something far sharper. Knowing. Amused. Dangerous.
"A consort. And a flagbearer..." she murmured again, and this time her voice carried a laced venom, silk-wrapped, slow. "How charmingly stupid."
It was stupid, considering first, he was food, and second, he was participating ...
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