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... bs tangled around Lyan’s body. He blinked groggily, sunlight stabbing past the crimson curtains in narrow lances that painted molten stripes across bare shoulders, tousled hair, and the end-board strewn with last night’s discarded sashes. Somewhere close—far too close—Raine’s silver hair tickled his nose while Josephine’s unruly curls draped his collarbone like ivy. His chin rested on a decidedly soft pillow that turned out to be Belle’s thigh. A lazy breath escaped him, fogging over the mess of ...
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