Would you mind handing it over?

Calla's POV

Damien withdrew his hand.

The cedar scent that had nearly swallowed me whole began to pull back, drawing inward like a tide receding.

He stepped back half a pace and smoothed the cuff of the sleeve he'd braced against the bookshelf.

"I only came to ask Calla a few things."

Julien tu...

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