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... nd locked the door. Seraphina was holding the Prince down on a velvet sofa.
"Now," Alvian said, equipping his dagger. "Let’s talk about the weather."
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The VIP room was lavish, decorated with velvet drapes and expensive liquors that likely cost more than the lives of the gladiators fighting below. Now, it was an interrogation chamber.
The Golden Prince struggled under Seraphina’s knee, his golden mask askew.
"You’re making a mistake!" the Prince spat. "T ...
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