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... f the carriage wheels coming to a gradual halt.
Eshwlyn spurred.
“Wait.”
The command seized her like the clamp of an iron fist, rendering her unmoving, glaring; bare fingertips grazing the handle of the carriage door, and an ephemeral wave of unbridled hatred jetted out from her cold stare.
Wilvur merely blew a breath, amused. He sprung his arm forward, and a ripple of deep dark red suddenly fell over her eyes.
“Forgetting something, aren’t you?” She heard ...
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