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I’ve spent centuries honing my sharp tongue and emotional walls. No damned curse is going to make them crumble, least of all for a monk-like Dacian warlock. I’m so far out of his league, it’s not even funny.
And yet here we are, on a quest to save his sister from her own stupidity. Even my vampire siblings have more sense! Clearly not enough to send someone else along . . . Whatever. I’ll take the guilt trip. It’s only fair, after I messed up big-time.
But playing nice? Not in the books.
Ștefan Dragoş can suck it.
So what if he’s got a deep, panty-melting voice?
And so what if my somewhat-dead-ex-lover approves of him?
He’s still not getting anywhere near me.
Or, well . . . maybe I could have some fun. After all, deflowering virgins is what I love to do. And it’s not like I’ll be falling in love. Ha!
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