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“Solnyshko,” Sasha whispered, dipping his head even lower to try and catch my gaze. “Please.” My breath caught in the back of my throat. In the time we’d spent together, Sasha never said please. Never. Not to me, not to anyone. He might as well have been begging me.
The Kidnapping of Roan Sinclair
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