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“I'll make it up to you,' I promise, holding her delicate hands between my rough ones. 'I'm not saying we won't fight or you won't want to throw those daggers at me when I'm inevitably an ass, but I swear I will always strive to do better.' 'Make what up to me?' She pulls away with an inquisitive smile. I blink as her brow furrows. Has she lost her memories? 'How much do you remember?” — Rebecca Yarros
I'll make it up to you,' I promise, holding her delicate hands between my rough ones. 'I'm not saying we won't fight or you won't want to throw those daggers at me when I'm inevitably an ass, but I swear I will always strive to do better.'
'Make what up to me?' She pulls away with an inquisitive smile.
I blink as her brow furrows. Has she lost her memories? 'How much do you remember?