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... n’t sure if that was the word I’d use to describe the palace but I was far too tired to argue.
Rowan carried me through the dimly lit palace halls, one hand wrapped firmly around my back and the other under my knees.
A part of me wanted to be put down, but the other more sentimental side of me wanted to enjoy it for as long as possible. With Rowan there was no way to tell when the switch would flip and he’d resort to being an ass again.
"You’re staring at me," he drawled, ...
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