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... are. "The cabin is clear," Lucian said, his voice a low vibration that seemed to pull at the bond in Isabella’s chest.
To Isabella’s utter shock, she watched as the witch stepped onto the muddy bank fully naked, her pale skin glistening under the evening settling sun.
Droplets of water tracing the curves of a body that had clearly been preserved by centuries of vanity.
The witch didn’t reach for her discarded, soggy gown or try to shield herself with the murky lake water. ...
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