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The room went completely silent.

Not normal silence.

The kind that swallowed everything whole.

Amara stared at Lucian like she’d forgotten how to breathe.

“The… what?”

Lucian didn’t answer immediately.

Which terrified her.

Because Lucian always answered immediately.

Always controlled.

Always certain.

But now?

Now he looked shaken.

And that scared her more than the words themselves.

“The mate bond,” he repeated quietly.

Amara laughed once.

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