“Try thinking of me—how good-looking I am. How talented—” “How arrogant.” “That, too.” He crossed his arms over his bare chest, the movement making the muscles in his stomach flicker. “Put a shirt on while you’re at it,” I quipped. A feline smile. “Does it make you uncomfortable?” “I’m surprised there aren’t more mirrors in this house, since you seem to love looking at yourself so much.” Azriel launched into a coughing fit. Cassian just turned away, a hand clamped over his mouth. Rhys’s lips twitched. “There’s the Feyre I adore.”
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