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Her back stiffened. “Oh.” She shook her head, laughed a short, humorless laugh. “Right. I should have known.” She stood, moving as if a steel bar had been implanted in her spine. “Well, you don’t have to worry; it won’t happen again. You have my word.” “What are you talking about?” She turned her head so he saw her in profile. But she didn’t look at him. And her face was still that troubling shade of red. “Touch you. Kiss you. I-I won’t do that again.” She paused, then said in an angry rush, “I’ll leave that to Nola,” and bolted to the door. Lumina was fast, but he was faster. Magnus reached her just before she passed the threshold, took hold of her arm, slammed shut the door, and pushed her—less gently than he should have, he realized as her eyes widened in alarm—against it. He star
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