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... y collar as I dropped into the empty chair beside Natalia. The cheap metal creaked under my weight, another reminder of the Onyx Hounds’ second-class status in this academy. I didn’t miss the way Julian’s eye twitched at the puddle forming on the polished table. His perfect little aristocratic world couldn’t handle a few water droplets. Good. Let him twitch. The small discomforts of the privileged were becoming my favorite form of entertainment.
"Did you really take care of Bartholomew?" ...
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