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Oliver watched, his entire body tense, as Selena flicked her long hair back and walked away. Oliver stormed over to Helios. “You speak f*****g French?!” he hissed, and the taller man nodded, refusing to look at him. “Yeah, we all do,” he said after a few moments of silence. “Atlas and Selene are huge in France, so our PR team said it would be a good rep if we all knew French. So, we learned it.” Oliver dragged him to the closest room, which happened to be a guest bedroom. He shut the door once Helios was inside, slammed the older man against the door by the collar and looked up at him. “What do you know, Helios?” “Not much,” he replied, his eyes darting around the room before they landed on Oliver, and he made a face the shorter man couldn’t recognise. “I promise. All I know is that som