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... I told her, smiling into her hair, breathing in a scent that belonged to her alone a softly sweet blend of lavender, fury, and barely-contained violence. It was the perfect fit.
For a long, precarious moment, we didn't stir. The moonlight struggled around us, as if reluctant to shatter our fragile ceasefire. I idly wondered how many relationships started this way: shattered china, teleportation mishaps, and near-miss murders.
"Can we have an agreement," I whispered, drawing her ...
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