The deep warmth from his energy made me moan. It was revitalizing. I wanted to take it all as my insides tingled with small jolts of arousal in my core caused by his brand of magic. Cotton snatched his hands from mine, severing the influx of warmth that flooded me. “Give a girl a warning before you surprise her with feelings like that, Cotton,” I said, fanning myself. I attempted to simmer down the tingling sensation with deep breaths. “Quite the gift you have there, Inquisitor.” Cotton winked, a knowing smirk teasing one corner of his lips. He stuck his hands into the front pockets of his
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It’s always the Mute that’s the freakiest I swear
