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Chapter 20. The Dagger (2)
The Dagger (2)
Year of the Lilies
Torrid Season
The Streamlet
Altsas
Mavli
I AM NOT ONE TO LOSE CONTROL, but I do when I see him. The onyx ring burns the ring finger of my left hand. An unknown emotion charges my insides.
"Cirok." It can't be. "What are you doing here?" My fingers are trembling, my heartbeat is frantic.
Something I can't decipher flickers in his eyes. "Aren't you glad to see me, Mavy?"
I wince at the sound of the nickname. He takes a shaky step forward, his eyes don't leave mine. "I was looking for you, I was so glad when I saw you."
I can't stand t
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