Rebecca Klein

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I inclined my head politely, then glanced at Theodore. He stood at the head of the table, fist around his refilled glass of wine. He’d watched the entire exchange with a terrifyingly empty look on his face, then grumbled, “Ahh fuck.”
In the Veins of the Drowning (The Siren Mage, #1)
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