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... door creaked open as Lucien stepped out, dramatically flipping back his tousled black hair—just long enough to brush his neck—as if he were a prince emerging from exile.
"Ack—my spine," he groaned, arching his back with a stretch so exaggerated it could’ve won an award. "It feels like I’ve just taken my first breath in centuries! I think I died back there and came back as a ghost."
A warm hand slipped around his waist from behind, steadying him with casual possessiveness.
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