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I instinctively turned my body to shield her while she grabbed my arm with her free hand. I flinched, and she withdrew with haste. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to⁠—” Don’t worry about it. I picked up my pace, my heart pounding, but even the rain couldn’t wash away the impression of her touch.
King of Envy (Kings of Sin, #5)
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