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he added, glancing toward the door, "he actually thinks you’re the only one who can handle him."
Ten minutes later, Lilia emerged. The emerald silk caught the light, and her damp hair had been pulled into a sleek, professional bun. She looked like a woman who belonged in a skyscraper, but her reflection still felt like a stranger.
When she walked back into Sion's private office, he was sitting behind a desk made of a single slab of obsidian. He looked up, and for the second time that day, his shark-like focus faltered. He didn't speak for a long beat.
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