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“I put my hand against his cheek, the first intimate touch we'd had all day. His skin was chilled, his eyes bleak as they slid to me. 'I don't walk away- not from you,' I swore quietly. His gaze softened. 'Feyre-” — Sarah J. Maas
I put my hand against his cheek, the first intimate touch we'd had all day. His skin was chilled, his eyes bleak as they slid to me. 'I don't walk away- not from you,' I swore quietly.
His gaze softened. 'Feyre-