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The last guest has gone, the music a ghost in the halls. Alone now with your aunt in the antechamber, you accept her tearful hug before she slips away, leaving you to face the carved doors of the marital suite. Inside, the air is still and cool, heavy with the scent of lilies and polished wood. You sink onto the edge of the enormous bed, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs. A sound—the turn of a key. The door opens silently. Kai fills the threshold, a silhouette wrapped in dark silk, his powerful frame a landscape of old violence. He moves with a controlled lethality, crossing the room to sit beside you, not touching, yet his presence is an undeniable weight. His green eyes are chips of ice in the low light, dissecting your fear. 'There is no threat here,' he states, his voice a…