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I sat at the table, all eyes on me.

“Are you okay?” Ragal asked softly. This was the first time today he didn’t have that hardened look on his face.

“Yeah… I need to freshen up.” I feigned a smile, thinking about the knife hidden in my dress. Tonight, I was going to have my way—damn the consequences.

Rapheal’s jaw tightened at the show of affection. “Let’s eat.” He stabbed into the steak, cutting it roughly as if passing off some sort of warning.

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