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He Looked At Her Levelly. There Was Something In His Eyes, A Sort Of Quizzical Admiration; She Wondered If It Was Simply Admiration Of Jessamine’s Looks. “no,” He Said. “no, Even Though You Are The Perfect Picture Of Jessamine, I Can See Tessa Through It Somehow As If, If I Were To Scrape Away A Layer Of Paint, There Would Be My Tessa Underneath.” “i Am Not Your Tessa Either.” The Light Sparkling In His Eyes Dimmed. “fair Enough,” He Said. “i Suppose You Are Not.

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Magnus's Eyes Went Back To Alec. They Were Gold-green, As Unreadable As The Eyes Of The Cat He Held On His Lap. "not My Favorite Topic, Smedley." "simon", Said Simon. "if I'm Going To Die For You All, The Least You Could Do Is Remember My Name.

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I Need To Know You Believe Me When I Say I Love You. That Is All." "i Believe Everything You Say," Tessa Said With A Smile, Her Hands Creeping Doen From His Waist To His Weapons Belt. Her Fingers Closed On The Hilt Of The Dagger, And She Yanked It From The Belt, Smiling As He Looked Down At Her In Surprise. "after All," She Said, "you Weren't Lying About The Tattoo Of The Dragon Of Wales, Were You?