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“What are you looking at, Matthias?�� The low thrum of her voice vibrated straight through him.
He kept his eyes on the ceiling, whispering softly. “Nothing.��
“Matthias, are you praying?��
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“For restraint?�� she said sweetly.
“You really are a witch.��
“I’m not proper, Matthias.��
“I am aware of this.�� Miserably, keenly, hungrily aware.
“And I’m sorry to inform you, but you’re not proper either.��
His gaze dropped to her now. “I—��
“How many rules have you broken since you met me? How many laws? They won’t be the last. Nothing about us will ever be proper,�� she said. She tilted her face up to his. So close now it was as if they were already touching. “Not the way we met. Not the life we lead. And not the way we kiss.”