Isabel Sevilla

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“Every night.” He kisses me softly. “You might not be able to ward it yet, but you’d better sound shield this room today.” I lift my brows so he knows I mean it. His mouth curves into a heart-stopping smile. “Already done.” I roll my eyes. “Of course it is.”
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