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My daydream reverie was interrupted by Prince Cardan. “I know what you did,” he drawled, voice low, not at all sounding like he was asking a question. “Wicked girl. Yet you let your sister take the brunt of my ire. That wasn’t very nice, was it?”
The Lost Sisters (The Folk of the Air, #1.5)
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