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the blush diminished slowly; her smile effectively evaporated when her eyes beheld the rufous man.
she moved to step away from him - hearing his comment, looking back with a pinched expression.
had she heard that right?
where is that girl, tamar. i should not be left waiting on her. she tried to sound put off, barbed, but could not feign haughtiness if her life depended on it.
satsu looked along the corridor so as not to watch the man's face, though she felt his eyes and it did not remedy the feeling in her belly.