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... ined to the side, her hand on the back of his shoulder. His hand was on the curve of her back.

One step back, and a step forward, their feet moving in sync. Each movement was calculated, and their sharp eyes didn't hide their contempt. Yet, the side of their lips was curled up into a lopsided smirk. "How did you like the wine?" Zero's voice was warm and inviting. "Good?"

"Will I get hanged if I speak lies?" Lilou let out a brief chuckle. "I am not as crazy as you think I was, my ...

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