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In the privacy of his chambers,Silvano tossed the envelope onto the bed,intending to read it after changing. Just as he was about to tear it open,his phone vibrated with an incoming call from Aurora. Seeing her name flash across the screen sent a jolt of urgency through him that he didn't stop to analyze.
"Aurora," he answered,immediately forgetting the envelope as he listened to her voice. "Yes,everything's prepared for tomorrow's trip."
The envelope slipped from the bed to the floor as he paced the room,discussing details of tomorrow's beachside negotiations with the neighboring Red Claw Pack—discussions Aurora would help facilitate with her diplomatic skills. That night,caught up in preparations,Silvano never returned to his bedroom.
The following morning,when Sara
