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... d against the walls, and the faint phosphorescence of coral cast the table in shifting hues of violet and blue.
Caedrion sat opposite Thalassaria, his hair damp, skin still carrying the scent of salt and the queen's perfume, something floral and ancient, impossible to place.
She lounged across from him in a languid sprawl, the silk of her fins trailing lazily in the current, her posture unconcerned in that way only a woman who knew she possessed could manage.
She smiled f ...
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