'Who else will ever love me the way you can?’ 'What are you talking about?' she said. 'Patsy, you're not thinking. And the guards are outside. Quinn, wake up.
He stroked my forehead and hair with his silky hands and he looked into my eyes. He stretched out his arms to me. 'Oh, so you burn my books, you little imp, do you!' he whispered to me, his breath warm and odorless against my face. I grew to love Stirling within a very short time.
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