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Intro. 23 when the traitor came with sparks in his smile and forbidden words dripping from his tongue, she mistook that reckless heat for love. He offered danger disguised as romance, and she—starved for something vivid—followed him into it with a naïveté that now felt monstrous. The duke said nothing when rumors slithered through the palace halls. He continued to escort her to dinners, offered her his arm, and absorbed every insult that came with loving someone who did not love him back.

Cassandra

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