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... , eyes calmly watching the room. Something was off. Too friendly. Too convenient.
He tapped his fingers against the table once, then twice.
"Zerg, get ready to leave soon."
He said without moving his gaze,
Zerg looked up.
"Trouble?"
"Likely."
Marthis, who had been sneaking another glance from behind the doorway, froze when Fenrir’s voice echoed through the restaurant. That tone. Cold. Unamused. Knowing.
Three more minutes had passed ...
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