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Marco’s sharp eyes narrowed at the tremor in Silas’s hand.

Smoke curled lazily between them as the Don leaned back, his tone calm.

“Are you okay?”

Silas stiffened, mask hiding the panic flashing in his gaze.

He forced a nod, tightening his grip on the glass until his knuckles whitened.

“Yes… I’...

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