Alejandro said. He spoke softly, with a deferential glance down, because even months after joining Dimilioc, he still felt small and weak and vulnerable when in Ezekiel Korte’s company. The only thing that made this tolerable was that he knew every other black dog except Grayson Lanning himself felt exactly the same way. Ethan snorted. “You think?” Him, Alejandro did not fear. They had fought several times, but even though Alejandro had won all but one of those fights, Ethan had not yet accepted a lower position. He was too conscious of his status as Grayson’s nephew. Even though Toland was just as old a Dimilioc bloodline, Ethan Lanning was not willing to back away from Alejandro, an exile’s son who had been raised as a stray. Alejandro met Ethan’s scorn with a deliberate stare: Any time, Lanning. Ethan stared back, his lip curling. Then Ezekiel cleared his throat, and both Alejandro and Ethan immediately broke off, glancing aside and down.“I am aware this is a trap,”
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