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... t turns out, remarkably bad for her sleep.
Cherion sat on the edge of the mattress, staring at the silk duvet as if it might sprout teeth. He’d agreed to this. He had actually, with his own functional mouth, agreed to the arrangement. Why? He still wasn’t entirely sure. Maybe it was the sheer exhaustion of the blood-splattered night, or perhaps it was the way Zarius’s eyes seemed to pin him to the wall, leaving him with the distinct impression that a "no" would only result in a more crea ...
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