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... ring across the polished wood like confetti from hell.
I froze, hands clenched on my lap. Not because I cared about the papers... Why would I? But because the man behind the desk was looking at me like I’d just crawled out of a gutter and onto his carpet.
"Tell me," Lucian Drake drawled, his voice sharp enough to cut glass. "What the hell is this phoenix doing in my room?!"
I blinked. ’Wait. What?’
Phoenix?
I almost laughed, except he didn’t look like the ...
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