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I was about to turn and see what had him so spooked when I felt it. His presence at my back, cool and commanding. The faint smell of whiskey and leather. The soft brush of his shirt against my arm. He didn’t utter a word; he didn’t need to.
King of Envy (Kings of Sin, #5)
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