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"I'd say we were hardly one," Gray said, giving Damien a cold gaze.
Damien Thorne's smirk barely moved as he regarded the man before him. "Gray, don't be harsh." His voice was smooth, but the undertone carried something darker.
Mr. Gray, in his navy tuxedo, returned the look without flinching. "You look well, Damien," he said slowly. "But I hope