Cool fingers slipped under my palms, and I jolted but didn't release myself. Claws skimmed against my skin, not scratching, just wedging themselves against my cheeks, a gentle force pulling my hands away. It was Laszlo, not Conall, staring down at me, solemn and quiet as ever. The sight of him took my breath away, silenced my scream in an instant. He was gilded and beautiful, every hair and feather capturing the sunlight. He gathered my tense hands and pressed them down into my lap before reaching up once more. His thumbs pressed to my cheekbones and then stroked down firmly, loosening my jaw
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