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Chloe’s private study glowed with faint blue light, the system interface floating above her maps like a ghostly hologram.
Ten chairs waited in a semicircle before her desk, and one by one the men filed in:
Julian first, stiff and furious, his jaw set so tight the muscle feathered in his cheek; Elias quiet and watchful, his gaze drifting toward the window like he was thinking of something far away; Ezra sharp-eyed, scanning every corner of the room for traps; then Dennis, Aurel, Silas, Viktor, Leopard, Jax, and the tallest Eastern prince, his silver hair catching the light as he sat.
None sat until Chloe nodded.
She tapped the floating display, her expression soft and sweet, her eyes cold and sharp as shards of ice.
“Bad Fate domination probability,” she said cl
