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... clipped, angry notes. Her eyes darted at the doorway and her lips curled. Those fools. They couldn’t even close the door. With a sharp exhale, she moved toward her bed and collapsed face-first onto the thick satin spread, pouting like a child denied her favorite toy.
Eberhard came a moment later, calmer but heavy with weariness. He swung the door shut with a firm click and glanced at the jug abandoned by the dresser. His jaw tightened. He bent, scooped it up, and set it neatly on the sm ...
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