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Chapter 25
My gaze immediately traveled upwards as I took in the room. The ceiling was domed, easily curving above us, and painted in a swirl of colors, pastels and metallics mostly. There were several groups of people gathered in various areas, and I noticed while there were tables and chairs akin to office furniture; no one was occupying them. Gesturing to the nearest table he pulled out a plush chair for me, and then sat down in the one opposite. He met my eyes, and the shock of his shining blue irises never got old.
“So, feeling a bit more comfortable?” His voice was even, but there was a new undercurrent to it.
“Define comfortable?” I asked and folded my arms across my chest. He gave me a one-sided smile.
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