jazmin ✧.*

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“Deny it, then,” I yell. “Deny me!” He cannot, of course, so he does not. Our eyes meet, and the odd smile on his face is clearly meant for me. I remember what it was to hate him with the whole of my heart, but I’ve remembered too late.
jazmin ✧.*
i am genuinely at a loss for words
The Wicked King (The Folk of the Air, #2)
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