Iiris Renvall

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“You are unsettlingly beautiful tonight,” Jack whispered. The low words caressed my ears, sending heat down my spine. I wondered if he could sense my unease or if I was just too poor at masking my emotions. “I believe the word you are looking for is beguiling.” He grinned. “And I would have it no other way.”
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