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Keeping my right hand wrapped around his, I used my left to reach over and turn his chin. “Those fuckers,” I grumbled, eyeing the purple bruising on the side of his cheek and the cut above his brow that was once again clotting. “Your poor face.”
Binding 13 (Boys of Tommen, #1)
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