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“How shall we play tonight, Aelin?” She hated the sound of her name on his tongue. Her lip curled back from her teeth. Fast as an asp, Cairn gripped her throat hard enough to bruise. “Such rage, even now.”
Throne of Glass (Throne of Glass #0.1–0.5, 1–7)
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