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... osing.
There was something in the way he looked at me—this grotesquely ornamented mound of satin smugness, this walking scandal of fabric, fat, and entitlement.
He didn’t just look at people the way nobles usually did: from a distance, with vague disdain. No, this man assessed you. Calculated you. He stared like he was already peeling the skin from your thighs and seasoning you for supper.
Not with hunger, no—that would’ve been almost flattering. This was worse. It was ow ...
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