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Liora had her back to him, unable to see his expression, unable to discern if he was angry or mocking. But her intuition told her that Dashiell's words clearly meant that Ulrik was far scarier than him. "Leander told me about what happened between you when you were kids, so I..." Liora began to explain. The movement behind her paused, and Dashiell grabbed her shoulders, turning her around to face him, staring at her face-to-face, waiting for her to continue. He leaned over her back, his gaze level with hers. Backlit, his eyebrows and eyes appeared dark and heavy, with his semi-closed eyes resembling a wild beast ready to pounce, his thin lips tensed, as if angry. She immediately realized she shouldn't have brought up that topic, but the words were already out, and she had to plow throu

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