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... he hall. Before I could even process her movement, she had latched onto my arm, curling around it like some sort of overly affectionate, glaring barnacle.
Her eyes—currently radiating enough protective fury to make a dragon think twice—were fixed squarely on her father. "He didn’t scare you or anything, right?" she asked, her grip tightening as if she were personally prepared to throw hands with Alastor Creighton, one of the most powerful mages alive.
Alastor sighed the long, suf ...
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