Emma

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“I never figured you for the cuddly type.” She was hoping to insult his manliness. Or his evil dignity, or something. He smirked. “You never bothered to ask.” He laced his fingers over his stomach and shut his eyes. “I’m quite good at snuggling. I’m quite good at everything, to be fair.”
The Puppeteer (Harrow Faire, #2)
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