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It was all a game. But that didn’t make it any less serious. Cat had his hands out, and there was a smile on his face. Paskia knew that meant he was winning, or thought he was. She looked to Rodin. His face was still a blank. Apart from that earlier burst of anger, he had betrayed nothing of his true emotions. And even that aggression, Paskia realised, was controlled. He needed to show Cat that he was not going to be forced around. “We are similar in so many ways, Rodin. Calculating, and able to see beyond the now. I don’t regard that as a fault. In fact, when people react without thought, that is often a sign of weakness. You understand this. There is a long-term game here, and we both play it well. Maybe I have adopted you into my strategy, but you have been a very important playing p

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