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a finger to her lips. “Shhh. Don’t speak. There are things of beauty even my magic cannot recreate.”
He slid slowly out of her as she lifted herself off him, leaving behind a pearlescent trickle on her thigh. She knocked her knees together. “The linens. If I rest there now…” He rose and stared at her with a mix of annoyance and amusement. “Martise, that bed and all its linens will be utterly destroyed by morning.”
Gods were nothing more to him than a convenient means by which he cursed the daily annoyances of life.
