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... around her, pitch black hair billowing around the white cloth as it welled up like the water that supported it, her pale skin barely a shade darker, her lips like a smear of lurid blood. Rhys froze where he stood, struck by the urge to freeze the moment, immortalize it somehow, but then she sat up and gave him a look. “What? Get in the water already. Gods know you could use a bath.”
“Should I leave my clothes on?” Rhys asked. Wearing ankle-and-wrist-length clothes seemed likely to impede ...
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