The Ice Queen's Secret Trophy Husband
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h pity and quickly looked away. "S
e hall. The double doors t
. She wasn't playing. She was just pre
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in the doorway. "Y
card is for my husband. My husba
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him. She wanted to scratch that indiffe
She smoothed her ski
eep in the servant's quarters. The baseme
er nodded
d and wa
room was small, cold, and smelled of damp concrete
is MP3 player from his pocket-an old
ed Lullaby_Unknown. It wasn't his music. It was a reco
essed
oothing mechanism, a low, vibration in his chest that helped regulate his breathing
illary coul
She felt humiliated.
oor. She wanted to yell at him again. She wante
ched th
ard so
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ightly off-key in places, but it was filled with
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stop
voice. Christopher had no rh
was... brok
st the wood. The humming
s breath
y. She didn't
clarity, that she didn't know
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