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“Exactly,' Cardan says, reaching out a finger to trace the shape of my ear. The curve, I realise. I shudder, eyes closing against the hot spike of shame. He keeps talking, but he seems to realise what he's been doing and snatches his hand away. Now we're both ashamed.” — Holly Black
Exactly,' Cardan says, reaching out a finger to trace the shape of my ear. The curve, I realise. I shudder, eyes closing against the hot spike of shame. He keeps talking, but he seems to realise what he's been doing and snatches his hand away. Now we're both ashamed.