Mafia’s doll
"Oh, indeed, my dear. Fantasy has been my constant companion throughout my years spent amidst these shelves of knowledge. There's simply nothing quite like the allure of a well-crafted tale, the intoxicating scent of old parchment, and the boundless worlds they conjure within our imaginations."
Amara's gaze lingered longingly on the rows of books, a sigh escaping her lips as she drank in the sight. "It must be an experience."
“Oh. It is. It is.” The man mumbled making the bill.
“That’s all you want?”
Amara jumped startled as Rhys's voice resonated in her ears, she felt a sudden stillness settle over her, every muscle in her body tensing instantly. Unconsciously, she bit down on her lip, a ne
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