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“What the fuck do you think you’re doing!” “I should be asking you the same thing!” Cylvan hissed. Saffron pursed his lips, before grabbing one of Cylvan’s invisible horns and dragging him into the shadows next to one of the dorm buildings. Cylvan complained the whole time, cursing at him, calling him a nasty little moon-ear and trying to yank himself free.
Herald of the Witch's Mark (Rowan Blood, #3)
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