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Darcie

Flopping back against the hard wooden top of Fang’s desk, my chest heaved as I tried to catch my breath.

“That was…” Cracking an eye open a pinch, I found him staring down at me with a smug, almost self-satisfied smile on his face.

“Amazing?” He chuckled. “Mind-altering? Do I need to go o...

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