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“It’s fine. It’s nothing. Go back to sleep,” August mumbled, embarrassed. Jack sighed and reached over, gripping the back of August’s neck firmly in his hand. The tension instantly bled from August’s bones and he breathed out softly. “We’ll stop in an hour.”
The Wicker King (The Wicker King, #1)
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