Miah Kearney

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his knuckles brushing Yrene’s where she’d rested her hand on the table. To any, it might have been an accidental brush, but with Chaol … His every movement was controlled. Focused. The brush of his skin against hers, a whisper of reassurance,
Tower of Dawn (Throne of Glass, #6)
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