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“Tea ?” Ryker asks and I shake my head , shifting in my seat . After Ryker saw Lucian and left that comment , there’s heen some unspoken tension between them . Lucian looks annoyed and angry as he sits next to me , with his on hand clenched on his other’s elbow is perched on side of the couch , his fist under his chin as he rests his head on it , gazing at Ryker with so much anger in his eyes . Yet , from the outside he seems composed . Ryker doesn’t seem affected or even bothered by the hard glare Lucian is pivoting in his , he just sits calmly on the other couch opposite us , his legs sprawled , his arms folded across his chest . “You sure ? It’s quiet lovely .” He comments , reaching forward for his cup of tea on the table between his and takes a slow sip .
“Almost as lo
