Allan Malcolmson

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A hand alights on her jaw. “And how did it go with your mentor, my jewel?” She tenses. Then relaxes. Her lover’s touch always has this effect, an electric current—a shock to the nerves before she remembers what else it entails, the rest of what it can bring.
Shall Machines Divide the Earth (Machine Mandate, #3)
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