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... nto focus with a jolt as Ray’s voice cut through the tense air, and the wagon lurched to a sudden halt. For a second, my mind went blank, unable to process anything but the solid form holding me. I looked up.
I was met with a pair of stormy gray eyes, set in a face with sharp, elegant features and framed by hair as white as fresh snow. His ears were distinctly pointed, and from his back, folded a pair of magnificent, translucent wings that shimmered with a faint, prismatic light even in ...
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