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Johan
Lucian gave him a short nod. “Halo.”
Flat. Polite. Empty.
Then he looked at me and smiled. Actually smiled. “You are late.”
“Traffic,” I replied smoothly as I sat. “You look like you stepped out of a magazine.”
His lips curved a little more. “Flattery already?”
Halo’s fingers tightened a...
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