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The morning sun was warm.
The air smelled like rosewater, fried pastries, and the inevitable scent of disaster. In other words, it’s a perfect day for a baby naming ceremony.
Well... it would’ve been.
If Silas and Seraphina weren’t still glaring at each other from opposite ends of the garden like two generals preparing for a very sparkly war.
Lucien sat on a plush settee in the middle, holding his daughter and sipping what was defi ...
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