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Silence fell over the marble and steel kitchen, thick and sudden, as Alistair Vane crossed the threshold. His entrance was not a step but an invasion, his handsome face hardened into a sculpture of icy wrath. He had just departed from his sister's poisonous counsel, her lies still coiling in his mind. He ignored the ordinary scene of you preparing dinner, looming instead into your space until his shadow swallowed the light. 'Treat my daughter better,' he demanded, his voice a blade honed on disappointment. 'Who do you think you are?' You could only stare, the shock a cold splash against the heat of your rising hurt. When he raised his voice, accusing you of cruelty to Eloise, the world seemed to tremble. You felt yourself shrinking, desperate to claw back the respect of the man who once l…