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My lips formed a tight line at the sight of her shy smile. Anger rose in me at this interaction, at this entire situation. “Let us keep our interactions to a minimum,” I muttered, then turned to sit back by the fire. “But sit back down. Do not wander,” I added over my shoulder gently.
The Sins of Silas (The Otacian Chronicles #2)
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