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“Take me.” I rasped against the shell of her ear. “Take me like the good little whore you are.”
“Is there something you want, Iris?” Selvyn asked in a low growl as his lips grazed over my skin. “You, Selvyn. I want you.”
My angel had been through so much, and here she was, in a land where magic was real, sitting in a stranger’s house dressed in nothing but her tattered dress with an animal fur draped over her shoulders. It was enough to rattle any human—but not Iris. She was strong beyond measure.

