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... low filtering through the heavy curtains of Elysia's chambers. The sunlight did little to ease the knot of tension coiled in her chest.
The memory of the garden haunted her.
Malvoria's voice still echoed in her mind.
"Why does it matter to you if I hate you?"
"I don't know."
Elysia sat on the edge of her bed, rubbing her temples as the memory replayed for the hundredth time. The way Malvoria's breath had warmed her cheek. The way her pulse had tripped over ...
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