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To her disappointment, the water was too dark to make out much of anything. When she resurfaced, she met Verakko’s eyes, only inches from her own. He was bent at the hip, rubbing clean his lower half. Her breath stuttered as she stared into their glowing green depths. “Did you get a good look?” he asked.
Saving Verakko (Clecanian, #3)
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