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“He was going to kill you,” I said, my chin quivering. “I had to do something.” Damn propriety. Forgive me, St. Clare. I stepped forward and took him in my arms. He was exactly my height, which surprised me; my awe of him had made him seem taller.
Seraphina (Seraphina, #1)
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