“If you would have me, I would be yours,” Maggie said, moonlight softening her fierce young features into something more accessible.
There were many things in his years on earth that were faded by time, but not that night.
If he closed his eyes he could still see her, her beautiful bright eyes wet and luminous.
Tough and smart and funny-and unexpectedly tender. No warning to brace himself, and he felt as though he’d been punched: Maggie. Then he said, in the same tone, “My wife will ask you to Change her after I’m dead.”Ĭharles had no time to prepare. I don’t know about you.” More seriously he said, “There is a scent to black magic-I would smell it.” “And Chelsea is no more evil than you or I.” He paused thoughtfully. OL21083141W Page_number_confidence 93.20 Pages 340 Partner Innodata Pdf_module_version 0.0.18 Ppi 360 Rcs_key 24143 References PW Republisher_date 20220301192521 Republisher_operator Republisher_time 463 Scandate 20220224163933 Scanner Scanningcenter cebu Scribe3_search_catalog isbn Scribe3_search_id 9780356501628 Tts_version 4.“Hosteen is not right about everything.” Charles grinned at Joseph’s ironic tones. Access-restricted-item true Addeddate 14:07:52 Bookplateleaf 0006 Boxid IA40379913 Camera USB PTP Class Camera Collection_set printdisabled External-identifier
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