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Her comment made him scowl again at her clothing. She wanted to hide something he found attractive, and yet her garments were so revealing to others? Her black trews scarcely came up over her hipbones and hugged the curves of her arse. Her red shirt, though high-collared, had strange, asymmetrical seams that drew the eye to the swell of her breasts. When she moved, flashes of her flat midriff came into view. He’d chosen those clothes to cover her—not advertise her. He’d buy her new ones at the first opportunity, spending freely of the Horde’s money.
A Hunger Like No Other (Immortals After Dark, #1)
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