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“...he kisses me, sweet and raw.

'I missed you,' I whisper against his skin and feel dizzy with the intimacy of the admission, feel more naked than when he could see every inch of me. 'In the mortal world, when I thought you were my enemy, I still missed you.'

'My sweet nemesis, how glad I am that you returned.' He pulls my body against his, cradling my head against his chest.”
― Holly Black, The Queen of Nothing