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| c81af06 | "I waited for the fear to hit; waited for my body to shriek to find a way to get out of this dinner, but ... nothing. Maybe it'd be a mercy to be ended-- A broad hand gripped my face--gently enough not to hurt, but hard enough to make me look at him. "Don't you think that," Rhysand hissed, his eyes livid. " | pg149 rhysand feyre | Sarah J. Maas |