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197. Poisonous Toast
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2025-06-08 14:00:58|| Third-party POV ||
The whiskey burned Elias’ throat as he swallowed, the amber liquid doing little to soothe the unease coiling in his gut. The garden had emptied, most guests drifting away into the night, leaving only the lingering scent of roses and cigar smoke. Alexander clinked his glass against Elias’ with a smirk. "Cheers to your new life." "Yeah, cheers," Elias muttered, his gaze drifting to where Lilac had stood moments ago. She’d looked at him like he was something she’d scraped off her boot. Alexander followed his stare. "Why the long face?" "I don’t think Lilac is happy about the announcement." The words slipped out before he could stop them. Alexander chuckled, refilling Elias’ glass. "You don’t know that. Besides, one kiss from you will melt her down. That’s how strong the mate bond is." Elias’ fingers tightened around his glass. "It’s not that simple." He shouldn’t be saying this. Alexander had never been his ally—not until recentl
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