77. Ezra’s strength

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[Raven] “Ciao, Alpha Raven. It’s been a while,” Draknor, our beta, greeted me with a smile, making his icy gaze feel colder. I just stared back, not bothering to return the fake pleasantries. “It’s so rare to see you around here. I thought you abhorred this place,” Draknor said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. Tsk! This man just… pisses me off. “Trust me, Draknor, you don’t have to force small talk with me. I’m sure, just like me, you must have better things to do,” I replied, crossing my legs and leaning back, daring him to challenge me. A vein popped out across Draknor’s forehead. His sardonic smile twitched. “Che tu possa avere la peggior fortuna e morire, mio signore! (May you have the worst luck and die, my lord!)” he said with a bow and strode to his seat, chatting with Kyre

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