[It's viciously honest, isn't it? Every piece of those thoughts threading free of him, a bitter and throbbing heat pulsing under the shape of the Prince's hand. They lay heavy on the tongue, a persistent unbowed pressure--
She snaps the metal rods together with a click and takes a full step backward with a sway of fabric, a delicate chime of fine metals.]
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She snaps the metal rods together with a click and takes a full step backward with a sway of fabric, a delicate chime of fine metals.]
That's enough.