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... he whispered. Her voice carried a tremor of genuine curiosity, still caught in the lingering haze of the night.
Alaric let out a low, gravelly chuckle that vibrated through his chest beneath her. He looked up at her, his dark eyes softening in a way he rarely permitted outside these four walls. "Sansa," he rasped, reaching up to tuck a stray, copper curl behind her ear. "The fact that I can’t feel my legs should probably answer that. But in all honesty? I believe I should be the one aski ...
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