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“Absolutely,” Toven said. “I am accustomed to having the finest thing in the room, after all.”
“If you insist on forgetting your manners, Rosewood, then maybe I’ll be tempted to forget mine,” he whispered against her mouth.
“Do you need me to hand-feed you at every meal? Or do you think you can manage now?”
“That heartspring is mine. Her mouth is mine, her magic is mine, her skin is mine.”

