Chapter 37 Confession Behind a Cold Teacup

LUCIAN'S POV

My boots closed the distance in two sharp strides.

Before the black-cloaked woman could touch the edge of the counter, my frame was planted solidly in front of Sylvie. My right hand slipped beneath the fold of my cloak, grazing the silver hilt of the dagger tucked into my leather belt...

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