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“We,” Cress whispered, moving in while staring at her lips, “shall have—” he tilted her chin up so their mouths were almost touching “—seventeen childlings.” Heat filled Kate’s stomach, and she tore back. “What?” “Fine. Sixteen,”
Sincerely, Secretary of Doom (High Court of the Coffee Bean, #2)
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