Charon stood still—not moving a single muscle, though he watched me, which I wasn’t a fan of. I played with my mouse some more, chasing it across some papers in the hope that if I got annoying, they’d boot me off the desk. Instead Noctus smoothed down the hair on the top of my head before flipping a page. The wrinkles on Charon’s forehead cleared, and at that moment I realized that—to him—I was a form of stress relief for his king. That means he’s going to be the most dangerous one, because he’ll get invested in me. I batted my mouse off the desk, but Charon caught it—lurching so suddenly into
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