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“It is late,” she said with a soft smile. “We should be resting.” “I find it difficult to rest these days.” “Your mind is busy.” “Among other things.” He patted his knee for her to perch upon. She was so tiny, she could sit on his thigh and not worry about her weight or his discomfort. Sorcha found it easier to forget his size now that she was in his presence so much. But he was incredibly large compared to her.
Veins of Magic (The Otherworld, #2)
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