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she continued, laying too much emphasis on the secret word, “because I know you’re just a shiny, pretty little thing that he likes having around for the sake of…you know, aesthetics.”
She leaned in until her lips were only a breath away from Iris’s, and she fixed her gaze on her lips. “Tell me, has he ever touched you?”
A flicker of surprise flashed through Iris’ eyes, but she quickly masked it. She still didn’t say a word.
“You see, you’re just a shiny little object,” Alina said, a hint of triumph in her voice, as she moved her finger from Iris’s face towards her hair. “I’m not at all bother-“
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