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... y hear his ego cracking.
"Bee sap for the gourds," Cyrus replied smoothly. His voice was low, but there was an edge to it. The kind of cold calm that promised violence if needed. His pink eyes glinted like hot coals in a cold fireplace.
"Luca, take it in and bring me a little more soap," Isabella said without even sparing a glance at the man. Her tone was so casual it might as well have been about the weather.
But the message was clear.
You are irrelevant.
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