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The crown

作者: ILma
last update 公開日: 2026-10-31 21:30:37

Aaron

She stared at me as if I had switched languages.

Her gray eyes were huge, the dark liner making them sharper against her pale skin. The relief I had watched her feel in that dining hall was gone. Something fiercer had taken its place.

"Since five," she said. "Since five o'clock this morning."

"Four-fifty."

"I was throwing your vase at six."

"You were busy."

She grabbed my forearm. Her nails dug through the wool.

"Where is he? What do your men know?"

I hated hearing his name in her mouth.

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