“Primus and the Gods,” whispered Abraxas, his glass of brandy dropping from his lips. Maeve followed his gaze across the hall. Reeve, stood shaking hands with her father. He gave her mother’s hand a kiss. “Ugh,” said Maeve, rolling her eyes. “I don’t know what the fuss is over with him.” Abraxas grimaced. “First, he’s the most powerful being alive. Second, I didn’t realize you went blind, cousin. Look at him.” “No,” said Maeve, turning back to the bar. “He’s coming this way,” said Abraxas hurriedly. “No, he’s not,” said Maeve. Abraxas pulled his drink to his lips and murmured,
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