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... face half-buried in his shoulder. She looked small in that moment. Unmade. Beautiful in her ruin.
Leonhardt sipped from his glass, the wine deep red, nearly black in the dim light of the citadel chamber.
"She ran to you," Zafira murmured, stretched across the lounge couch beside him, legs crossed, golden eyes half-lidded. "Didn't even hesitate."
"Of course she didn't." Leonhardt tilted the glass, watching the liquid swirl. "The Church brought the knife. I just took it awa ...
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