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I lean ever closer and brush my gloved hand over the tear, gathering it on my fingertip. Her lashes flutter as she leans slightly into my touch, though her gaze remains fixed on Dolly’s dance. I lower my palm and place it between us.
A Rivalry of Hearts (Fae Flings and Corset Strings, #1)
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