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“Out. Now.”
Victoria laughed once, unbelieving, still drunk enough to mistake fury for negotiation.
“You’re throwing me out because he cried?”
“No,” Caleb said. “I’m throwing you out because he was terrified.”
The guests heard enough to start leaving on their own.
Constance stood in the doorway looking as though someone had shattered a vase she had mistaken continue reading …
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