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His eyes darkened as he pushed from the wall, gliding toward her, threat enough. He paused only a hair’s breadth away, placing a hand against the wall by her head. She was cocooned in his solid form, his familiar heady scent, felt the pulse of his gifts at the surface of his skin. Hot and inviting.
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Symphony for a Deadly Throne (Mousai, #3)
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