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... Not yet. Not like that.
He’d intended to wait—measured, calculated, patient as ever—until the party had softened the boy’s defenses, until the wine had dulled the shine of vigilance in his eyes, until the crowd had drained enough of him that anything familiar, anything steady, might feel like gravity.
It was meant to be later.
After the speeches. After the toasts. After Lucas had smiled himself raw and nodded through the last well-placed insult disguised as praise.
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