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... lay—throwing Ewan in her face at every slightest opportunity? Were they that eager to make her unravel, to make her finally drag her hair in frustration?
And worse? He sat there, sipping from a mug—tea or whatever—as if she hadn’t stepped in, as if he hadn’t heard her voice, as if he hadn’t heard her name, as if she wasn’t even present.
Was this what they had come to? She wondered, still watching him, shock yet coloring her features and stance. This wasn’t what she had in mind wh ...
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