Jessie McCarty

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“Need something dännisk?” ″Not from you.” Elof didn’t pause his work, but that intoxicating twitch played at his mouth again. “How could you know such a thing?” ″Hmm. Call it a bit of indigestion telling me you would never have anything I want.” ″You speak in such definitive ways. I’ve been told by many I have a talent at delivering one’s deepest desires.”
Night of Masks and Knives (The Broken Kingdoms, #4)
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