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Chapter 18

     “Enjoying the night, aren’t you?” Andrik couldn’t hide the pissed off, sarcasm tone in his voice when he said it to Zayden. He’s not sure exactly which one is the heavier reason but it has to do with one thing, hands. Him, letting go of his hand, almost delivering him to the eyes of death or him, holding Yekatarina’s hand far longer than he likes. Better not at all, for sure.

     Zayden faced Andrik to reply to his sarcastic question. “Yes, I am.” He stepped closer to him and fixed his tie quickly, then he swiped the imaginary dust on his suit before looking back up at him, “If I were you, I won’t keep her standing there alone.” He

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