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Chapter Eighty-Five: His brother wants me.

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Her little nemesis found her , or rather she found him in the library.

He was actually reading, legs stretched out on the old leather sofa near the window, a book open across his chest, the afternoon light falling across him in the particular lazy way it did in that room at that hour. He looked unbothered. Comfortable. Like a man with nothing on his conscience and nowhere pressing to be.

She had always found that quality in him disarming.

Today it just made her tired.

"Lucian," she said.

He loo
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