Keylin

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Her body slowly turns to get away from whomever she’s with, when suddenly she stops, her head snapping in this direction until her line-of-sight locks with mine. Instantly, my muscles ripple, clenching and flexing and stretching. Fucking straining.  She can’t see me.  There’s no fucking way.
Fate of a Royal (Lords of Rathe, #1)
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