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... r fingers steepled under her chin. Her voice is honey-soft now, nothing like her slightly maniacal cackling of earlier. "Before you hurt yourself—or worse, someone you care about."
Something in her tone sends ice water down my spine. Like she already knows about what happened when I was with the Conclave. Like she can see the blood on my soul.
The casual certainty of her prediction is too close to the truth.
"You’re a walking powder keg with a lit fuse, darling." Her old ...
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