Rebecca Klein

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Lin immediately felt truculent. “I was lost.” She could see his gray eyes widen behind the mask. “You got lost? How could you get lost? There is a path of flowers laid down that leads directly to the doors of the Armory—” Lin crossed her arms over her chest. “Well, how was I supposed to know that? You didn’t mention it.” He shook his head, causing a cascade of silver droplets to fly from his dark hair. “I didn’t think I had to mention every single thing—”
The Ragpicker King (The Chronicles of Castellane, #2)
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