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... ping in behind me—because of course she did—those wine-dark arms snaking around to rest on my shoulders while her chin nestled in the crook of my neck.
Her breath, warm and unfairly distracting, ghosted over my skin, laced with that maddening signature scent that seemed to emanate from her very being.
Then, with surprising gentleness, she lifted my hand before turning my palm toward the wall. There hung one of her absurdly intricate magical diagrams, all swirling sigils and self- ...
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