“I’m glad I had copies made.” “You made copies of our wedding pendants?” “Yes.” She chewed her lip a moment. “Six sets.” “Six?” “The other four didn’t arrive in time.” Wax grinned, doing up the buttons on his shirt, then letting his valet handle the cuffs. “You’re one of a kind, Steris.” “Technically, so is Wayne—and actually so was Ruin, for that matter. If you consider it, that’s not much of a compliment.”
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