Abraxas Rosethorn snatched the book from view and tossed it onto the side table. Maeve frowned up at her cousin. His bright blonde hair was styled neatly back, his black blazer and pants were pressed with perfect seams. Abraxas had a pale boyish face, bright blue eyes, like all the Rosethorns, and the confidence of someone far beyond his years.
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