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... brain? Dead. My heart? Doing backflips. My soul? Already packing bags for the afterlife.
Because the Grand Duke—Alvar "Iceberg McFrosty" himself—was hovering so close his breath fogged against my lips.
I squeaked. Actually squeaked. Like a rubber duck thrown into boiling water. "Y-you—you can’t just—say scary things—while looking THIS CLOSE!!!"
His eyes narrowed, frostfire blazing, voice low enough to crawl straight into my spine. "Scary? Or true?"
Damn it!!
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