Iiris Renvall

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Snorting, I shook my head. “You don’t have to do that, Jack. We already said our apologies.” “That’s the second part. Believe it or not, I like you very much, Miss Colton.” He smiled. “So before we are eternally bound by fate and magic for our immortal lives, I would like to . . . date you.” His snake eyes flashed, smoothed back by glamour in a blink. His facade had cracked. He was genuinely nervous.
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