“Dance with me,” he said, and held out his hand to her.
“Things are different now.” Again, another layered statement she couldn’t begin to sort through now.
Her throat tightened, and she looked at his extended hand, flecked with callouses and scars.
“Dance with me, Celaena,” he said again, his voice rough.
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— Apr 13, 2026 04:48PM
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