Cady Watson

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It was hard to reconcile the man before her with the sickly creature she’d met in the courtyard of her aunt’s home only a few weeks ago. He was still lean, his face set at sharp angles, but now he looked strong and healthy, his back straight, his shoulders broad. It was irritating to realize how handsome he was. They’d been on more equal footing when he looked like he might collapse.
The Familiar
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