"So, you know them." Jace's light voice, spoken in a low tone, immediately caused Serena's hand, which was combing her hair, to stop. She tried not to turn around, only gazing straight ahead at the large mirror on the dressing table. From the reflection in the mirror, she could see Jace sitting casually on the bed, sipping chamomile tea. His hands emitted a reddish aura, seemingly heating the tea with his magic.Serena quickly put down her comb and reached for her own cup on the dressing table, taking a sip rather heavily. "I didn't know them before," Serena denied, lying. She placed her cup down and then joined Jace.The man smiled charmingly. A smile that, if Serena hadn't known him for quite a while, she wouldn't have realized as condescending. No, lately Serena realized all high nobles were like Jace. They were courteous and charming, but beneath it all, they were just arrogant humans adept at hiding their ill thoughts. They were different from Julian, who kept his expression guar
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