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So Aelin sketched a bow to Erawan and said with every remaining scrap of bravado she possessed, “We’ve met a few times, but never as we truly are.” She winked at him. Even as her knees quaked, she winked at him. “Pretty as this form is, Erawan, I think I miss Perrington. Just a little bit.” Maeve’s nostrils flared.
Throne of Glass (Throne of Glass #0.1–0.5, 1–7)
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