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    The intoxication had long since fled. Her ankle wasn't sprained either. In other words, there was no reason she couldn't dance. Yet why couldn't she readily take this man's hand? What was this inner voice saying she shouldn't take this man's hand? There was no reason she shouldn't. If it were Cain, that might be different. But this man was just Father's disciple. Lise rationalized this strange sense of unease in her own way. 'It must be because he's too handsome. When someone is too…

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