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The men had been speaking in low, sharp tones—plans, structures, things only kings of their world would dare discuss—when a silence stretched too long.
Roman felt it first, the prickling weight of a stare. He turned.
Julie.
Her pout was small, unintentional, but it struck him harder than any blade.
Across from her, Samantha wore the same expression, luminous eyes fixed unblinking on Lazarus, lips drawn into the faintest sulk as if daring him to notice.
For the briefest heartbeat, both men froze—Roman and Lazarus, rulers of empires, caught off guard by their women's attention. Then, without a word, they shifted.
The business dissolved like smoke.
Roman leaned forward, his gaze darkening with something softer, something possessive.
