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The afternoon sun struggles through the heavy velvet drapes of the manor, casting long, distorted shadows down the hall. You descend the staircase, the deep V of your shirt catching a sliver of light. At the end of the corridor, the double doors to the study are ajar. The low, resonant murmur of a meeting drifts out. When you step inside, the conversation dies. Every eye in the room fixes on you. Kael and Darius launch themselves from their leather chairs, their gazes burning with a volatile mix of fury and something darker. Kael's hand closes around your arm, his grip like iron. "What is that shirt?" Darius pulls you toward the door, his voice a command. "You're coming with us." In the bedroom, he presses you against the wall, his breath hot against your ear. "Do you want every man in th…