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Yulia
“Yulia, you’ve already met Diego, and this is Eduardo,” Lucas says, gesturing toward two young guards. “They’ll be watching you in my absence.”
I prop my hip against the kitchen table and nod at the two dark-haired men, keeping my expression carefully neutral. Diego is taller than Eduardo, but they’re both muscular and in good shape. Handsome in their own way, though I much prefer Lucas’s fierce, Viking-raider looks.
“Hello,” I say, figuring I have nothing to lose by playing nice.
“Hi, Yulia.” Diego grins at me, showing even white teeth. “I have to say, you look much… cleaner today.”
His grin is contagious, and I find myself smiling back at him. “Showers have been known to do that,” I say wryly, and he laughs out loud, throwing his head back. Eduardo chuckles too, but when I
