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... Cerys jumped as if stung. "I—I just thought a pin would keep the layers from my eyes," she sputtered, tugging at the braid like she regretted every petal. "Shut up."
Serelith's smile broadened; teasing this stoic swordswoman was like coaxing a song from an oiled hinge—satisfying precisely because it was difficult. "Adorable," she pronounced, and relished the deeper flush climbing Cerys's neck.
Boots crunched behind them. Serelith felt the sound first in her spine, a soft vibrati ...
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