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“You forget to sleep,” he would murmur, like he noticed everything.
Maybe that was the problem.
Damen always noticed too much.
A knock sounded at the door.
Sharp.
Controlled.
My heart nearly stopped.
Nobody here knew my name.
Nobody.
Another knock.
“Clare.”
My blood turned cold.
Damen’s voice.
Low.
Calm.
Beautiful.
Terrifying.
I stepped backward, one hand covering continue reading …
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