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I’d found myself pressed into an alcove by a guy who’d been frequenting my darker thoughts lately. I never saw his face, but I knew it was always the same warlock, built like sin, with a very talented tongue and . . . Yep, it had been shaping up into an extremely nice dream.
Spellcaster (Weatherstone College, #1)
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