Elsa Boe

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“Help yourself,” Cyan says wryly, and I shoot him a glare. “Manners would have suggested you offer us all a drink to begin with.” “It’s barely noon,” he answers, and I snort before I pour myself another glass. Like I give a shit.
Tale of the Heart Queen (Artefacts of Ouranos #4)
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