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... g instead like dry parchment rubbing together.
She didn’t wait for an invitation. She walked into the room and placed the tray on the small bedside table.
The aroma of the soup hit Isabella, making her stomach cramped painfully in response but she didn’t move. She stayed pressed against the wall, her hands hidden in the long sleeves of Lucian’s coat.
"I’m not hungry." The lie tasted thin even to her own ears. Clara didn’t flinch. She simply adjusted the spoon on the tray. ...
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