Lorea Zabaleta

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“I’m so sorry to impose,” she asked breathlessly, “but would you mind pretending you’ve been completely and irrevocably charmed by me?” Surprised, Malik nodded. An older woman appeared in the doorway, and the girl’s grimace deepened. “Gods above, she’s here! Quick, laugh like I just said something funny.”
A Psalm of Storms and Silence (A Song of Wraiths and Ruin, #2)
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