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![]() ![]() I steeled my will and determined no more strands would come streaming out of me in front of these three. ![]() ![]() Fry me if the blasted thing wasn’t about to curl itself into a heart right around Mor’s head. One heartbeat of pure mortification stuttered in my chest, then I lunged for the strand. A silky red ribbon poured from one of my hands and curled through the air toward Mor. I didn’t know quite what to say with him standing there, in the flesh.Īnd then my gift betrayed me. My stomach tightened at the sight of him-cropped dark hair, twinkling blue eyes, the scruffy smatterings of a beard, a gold ring punched through his ear. I shot him a look, then turned to face Mor. “Burning your ears?” he muttered under his breath. For the fourth voice belonged to none other than the smirky captain in question.īrac crossed his arms. “Are my ears burning?” A fourth voice, and not a welcome one at this exact moment.Īt least, not in front of Father and Brac. ![]()
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