Ayesha Farhat

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“Your delightful servants have informed my mother that I’m rarely here when they come in at dawn, and when I am, I’m on the chaise or asleep at the desk.” Agatha smiled in the dark, remembering the time Eleanor startled him half to the grave and he’d jumped up from the desk with parchment stuck to his face. She felt him turn his attention toward her, as if he’d known she’d smiled.
Autumn of the Grimoire (Sisters Solstice, #1)
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