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The private dining suite hummed with a tension so dense it seemed to bend the very light. Crystal stemware caught the chandelier's glare, scattering sharp, prismatic fragments across the stark white linen, but no one touched their glasses. The air carried the scent of expensive sandalwood and a stale, clinging dread. Your father's knuckles were bone-white where they gripped his chair. Your mother's lips had pressed into a bloodless seam. Serena, luminous in a sheath of midnight silk, sat with the poised stillness of a figure awaiting admiration. Then the door opened. Lucian Valerius entered without a sound, a shadow given substance. His suit was flawless, dark as a starless sky. His dark eyes swept the room—dismissing your father's nervous tremor, your mother's rigid spine, Serena's pra…