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They had to be paired up eventually, Corbeau supposed. He kept his hand in the Infinite Royale, and Paxton wouldn’t give up battling if you paid him, so it was only a matter of time.
The coal-dark eyes staring Corbeau down from the other side of the court were the same ones that met his in the dim light of his office and the cool shadows of their bed. That is to say, they were gorgeous, and they filled Corbeau with the same fire they always did.
He allowed the smallest grin.
Alright, love, he thought. Another verse.
“Shall we?”