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Tiasses chuckled softly. "You're the last person who should talk about biting, Kai."
Xavier emerged from the hallway, his demeanor cold, collected—but his eyes revealed the storm brewing inside him. His dark leather jacket hugged his broad frame, and the faint scar across his neck peeked through the collar, a silent reminder of the battles he'd survived.
Alicia stood near the staircase, arms folded, watching them with that usual icy grace. Her violet hair shimmered faintly under the chandelier's glow, her expression unreadable.
Horace's ocean blue eyes found hers briefly.
"Still staying behind?" He asked.
Alicia tilted her head slightly. "Yes. The castle needs someone sane while you boys play politics with beasts."
Kai smirked. "Sane? You sure about that, Purple Head?"
"Careful, Kai," she replied smoothly, her lips curving into a dangerous smile. "I could make your heart stop from across the room."
