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teya felt her nape bristle and mentally commanded the guard hairs to lie still. who cared how reyes felt? he certainly hadn't been focused on her or sorana during all of this.
"i sure we get a chance to speak," the raven said in a rough tone that begged to be through with this particular conversation.
exhaustion swept her with a hot palm. teya closed her eyes again. "will you stay, bridget?" she knew that she had no right to ask but she could not fathom being alone tonight.