Iris Lim

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“I am not your plaything,” I said, chest heaving, voice trembling. He straightened slowly, looking me over. His head knocked back, face growing solemn. “No,” he said softly. “You are not.” Though his eyes held an apology, he did not utter it.
A Lord of Many Masks (Wycliffe Family, #2)
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