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from circle to circle in diamonds and tuxedos, all of them pretending not to watch the one man every person in that room was actually aware of.
Damen Moretti stood near the grand staircase with one hand tucked into the pocket of his black suit pants.
He looked like power had chosen a body.
Six-foot-three. Dark hair brushed back. Ice-blue eyes colder than continue reading …
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