“I—I—I’m sorry to interrupt,” she blurted, speaking more to the dark-haired beauty. The stammer had always made people uncomfortable, had always made them foolishly off guard and eager to get away. To tell her what she needed to know. “Is something wrong?” The female’s voice was husky—lovely. The sort of voice Elide had always imagined great beauties possessing, the sort of voice that made men fall all over themselves. From the way some of the males around her had been smiling, Elide had no doubt the female had that effect on them, too. Elide wobbled her lip, chewed on it. “I—I was looking for
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