Kirsten Corter

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The trembling stops as it clicks and I understand. “Except when I did. I was cut off from her while she slept all those months.” “Andarna.” He nods. “That makes sense. My signet doesn’t work on dragons, and I’m guessing yours doesn’t, either, so you unknowingly developed it on a human.” “On you.” I search his face for any sign of anger but find none. “I’m so sorry.” “You have nothing to apologize for.” He strokes my hair and holds my gaze. “You didn’t know. Didn’t do it on purpose—”
Onyx Storm (The Empyrean #3)
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