Amber Wilson

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I turned to Shade again. He was holding his cup on his lap, too, his eyes on me. I loved him for it—there was a goddess in the room with us, and the rest of us could hardly tear our eyes from her face, but all his attention was reserved for me. It made me feel a bit lighter.
The Elysean Illusion (The Holy Bloodlines, #3)
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