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... iffened, shock crashing into her like a violent wave.
"W-What?!" The word escaped her lips before she could stop it, her grip on the fabric of the gown tightening.
Dimitri remained completely unfazed. "Is there a problem?" he asked, his expression unreadable.
Sorayah's nails dug into her palms, her face burning with a mix of rage and humiliation.
His gaze never wavered, his tone casual, almost bored. "Since you refused to strip back at the camp, I did it for you," ...
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