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The hand moves to my neck. A thumb traces the frail thud of my pulse as something else grazes my forehead. A pair of lips. They are whisper soft as they press against my skin in a fleeting kiss that lasts no longer than a heartbeat.
“Oh, I don’t give a fig what he instructed. Another day locked up here, I’ll hurl myself from the balcony just for a change of scenery.”
You will not yield.
Aelin :(
