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Elias watched as the bowl broke, irritation running through him. He took in a breath through his nose, letting it out slowly through his teeth. "I'd meant to punish you later, once you were fed, but now I see that it can't wait. You need discipline." As he spoke, a maid came in, already starting on taking care of the mess. Elias stood, beckoning to James imperially. "Come. Now," he ordered, striding from the kitchen to the bedroom. It was his workroom as well, for this job.
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