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... "My liege..." he called, voice low. A flicker of hesitation passed through him—half-expecting another round of torment. But honestly? If it meant spending the night buried inside her, he’d risk whatever experiments she felt like running. Healing ability had its perks.
From inside, Analisa’s voice came cold and sharp. "What do you want?"
"Nothing..." Cassian replied, though the smirk curling his lips betrayed the word. He let his tone slip into mock confusion, then added with a to ...
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