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... e, the kind of cozy, bitter, and adult scent that should’ve promised relaxation. Instead, I was already grumbling before I even made it halfway to the stairs.
’Three days. Three whole days, and that elf still hasn’t let me corner him once.’
The bartender— my mysterious, stupidly handsome, "why does fate hate me" elf— was still doing his level best to dodge me.
Either he was deliberately evading, or the gods above were enjoying their private comedy show at my expense. Ever ...
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