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... ber, back hunched over a table wrecked in half with pieces of a shredded map and broken figurine, Prince--No. The King of Silvermoor sighs. "Have you come to torment me again, Val?"
My throat tightens. For a moment something stupid and dangerous stirs inside me. The memory of his mouth against mine. I hate myself for that memory, for still feeling a punch in my gut whenever I look at him.
Rafe raises his gaze and fixes them directly to where I stand. His stormy gray eyes are brui ...
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