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... frontation had dulled into something quieter, though no less charged.
Arion had insisted on ordering. The staff moved quickly and deferentially, careful not to intrude more than necessary. Whatever veil his pheromones had laid over the room earlier, it had faded into something subtle now, enough to keep curiosity at bay, not enough to smother the air.
Dean sat across from him, posture guarded but no longer coiled like a spring.
The food helped. Warm, rich, actually good. ...
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