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... ted to the newcomer, while those terrible eyes had turned away for just one precious moment, Isolde began dragging herself backward. Her hands scraped against marble, her ruined dress tangling around her legs, but she didn’t care. She needed distance. Needed to get away before...
Eris’s head turned.
Just a fraction. Just enough for Isolde to see those flame-lit eyes track her movement with the lazy interest of a cat watching a mouse try to flee.
"Going somewhere?" Eris as ...
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