Isabelle Domingues

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“Do you—do you want to dance with me?” I whispered. He was silent for long enough that I lifted my head to scan his face. But his eyes were bright—silver-lined. “You want to dance?” he rasped, his fingers curling around mine. I pointed with my chin toward the celebration below. “Down there—with them.”
A Court of Mist and Fury (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #2)
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