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... foundly irritating.
We stood just outside the entrance to Yori’s sun-drenched wasteland, the memory of that searing, hateful light still prickling at my new, exquisitely sensitive vampiric skin.
It was like being personally bullied by a star.
"Well, that was a bust," I announced, dusting off a non-existent speck from the shoulder of my very dramatic, very black coat.
"He knew we were coming."
Isabelle stood beside me, her expression a mask of cool professi ...
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