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Cavalon grinned.
“I had no idea I was in a cage,” I said, glancing at Constantine.
“Ignore him, April,” Carlisle stood and offered his hand. I took it, and he brushed a kiss across my knuckles. “You look breathtaking tonight.” Heat rushed to my cheeks, and I lowered my gaze.
“Thanks.”
“I need a drink,” Constantine said abruptly and walked away.
“So, April,” Carlisle began, turning back to me.
“You’re an artist?”
“Yes,” I cleared my throat, trying to sound casual.
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