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"Those corsets leave marks on your skin, Mairwen," Ronson rumbled, stroking his thumb over a red line the boning had left. "And I am jealous. The only marks you bear should be the ones I make."
"Mairwen. Is this not your fist in my chest? You clasped it around my heart, and you now demand every beat it issues."
