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“Might I assume you’re staying the night?” She folded her arms and lifted her nose. “Don’t tell anyone. I have a sparkling reputation to uphold.” “Says the woman who’s already shared my bed once.” Mortification stripped her insides like turpentine. “That was not my doing, it was Owein’s! And I was technically still in my bed—” Merritt beamed at her.
Heir of Uncertain Magic (Whimbrel House, #2)
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