“You can bring in whomever you want,” he counters. “Really?” Sarcasm drips from my voice as I drag the brush through my damp hair. “Because Rhiannon tried to walk in and ended up on the other side of the hallway.” The corners of his mouth lift into a glimpse of a smile. “Tell her to hold your hand next time. The only way in here is by touching you.” “Wait.” I pause, then finish pulling the brush through my snagged ends. “So you didn’t ward it for only you and me?” “It’s your room, Violet.” His eyes track the movement of the brush through my hair, and the way his fingers curl in his lap makes
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