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... ld, and radiated an authority that immediately seized control of the chaotic room. It was Duke Philip. He stood in the doorway of the private parlor, his expression one of weary disdain. Anne, who had been bracing for Weston’s attack, looked up and saw him, her own anger momentarily forgotten, replaced by a stunned surprise.
Philip used the tip of his elegant walking cane to push firmly against Weston’s chest. It was not a violent shove, but it was decisive and immovable. Weston, caught ...
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