Julia Gerrior⚓️

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‘Must you?’ I managed, suddenly achingly aware of my own nakedness. ‘I’m trying to get things done.’ ‘Ah.’ He rubbed a hand over his face, wiping the sleep from his eyes. ‘Making an attempt to rinse the guilt from your system by running around all day and slaving away on tasks dozens of others could be doing in your place?’
Queens of Mist and Madness (Fae Isles, #4)
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