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... me dawn crept into the Paris manor, pale light spilling through the long curtains, the household was hushed again.
Eira stirred first. Her lashes fluttered, catching the faint golden glow of morning, and she became aware of the weight pressed against her side. Fleur’s head lay nestled just beneath her chin, silver-blonde hair tumbling freely across Eira’s chest like a silken blanket. One of Fleur’s arms was draped over her waist, holding her tightly, as if in sleep she refused to let her ...
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