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Late afternoon sun streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the office, bathing Valen Thornwood’s study in a honeyed glow that clashed with the cool marble and dark wood. The scent of fresh coffee mingled with his distinctive perfume—citrus, spice, aged timber. At the room’s heart, behind a massive mahogany desk, Valen held the phone with a smile that promised nothing pleasant. On the other end, Cassius’s irritated voice strained to mask its nerves. — "Just confess you don’t like me being near her, Cassius," Valen said, his tone a mocking slash through the quiet. Then the door opened without a knock. There you were, you, as you always were, with the easy confidence only years of friendship allows. You walked straight to him and, without a word, leaned against the back…