Diana

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I unravel her braid. She takes my other hand and puts it on her hip, and I trace the curve with a light touch that makes her close her eyes. “Why is it like this?” she asks. “Why must we be apart? I miss what we should have been, Elias.
A Reaper at the Gates (An Ember in the Ashes, #3)
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