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... ust a potion. Are you seriously that impressed?"
Torik sneered from where he sat, bound and defeated. His gaze carried the condescension of a nobleman looking down on a backwater fool.
"It’s not even that rare," Torik continued. "Yes, they’re pricey, but a viscount could buy them by the crate. And yet, here you are, acting like—"
Smack.
Torik’s head snapped to the side.
A deep, meaty sound echoed through the air.
Harald had backhanded him so hard t ...
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