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... ylike, low, feral sound. She turned, silk gown fluttering, face caught somewhere between thrilled and homicidal.
"You teleported away from me."
"You tried to slice me open."
"It was foreplay," she purred.
"Your definition of foreplay has gotten very unhealthy since the Ember Court."
She pouted. "Lux—"
"Uh uh," he said, lifting a finger while sipping. "This is vacation Lux. He does not get sliced. He does not get hexed. He does not die for foreplay. ...
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