Simran Nagpal

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A week later he went to her. She glared at him, threw him a pillow, and cried a little. He sat down beside her, and she hit him in the chest. It was the first time she touched him voluntarily before retreating into her blankets. That was progress.
The Emperor (Dark Verse, #3)
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