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... a sentence, a cold smirk playing at the corners of her lips as she stared down at Veil. "So, still feeling impulsive?"
Veil swallowed hard, clearly guilty, and quickly shook his head. "Not anymore."
She glanced down, her tone sharp. "Your hand?"
Like a scolded child, Veil obediently pulled his hand back from under the blanket, flashing a sheepish grin. "Come on, Saoirse, don’t be like that. You’ve got happiness right in the palm of your hand now. No need to mess it up." ...
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