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... r more substantial, fractured the silence of the terrace. "Aria?"
Warm. Solid, and indisputably real.
Ilaria froze, her pulse a frantic drum against her ribs. Her gaze snapped to her wrist, where a thin, jagged line of crimson welled against her pale skin.
The bead of blood caught the lantern light, gleaming like a rogue garnet, before she frantically smoothed the silk of her glove back over the wound. The fabric snagged momentarily against the dampness, a stinging remind ...
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