yourstrulyhan
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"Who are you?" He asked me rudely, his eyes assessing me in such a way that made me feel scrutinized.
I smirked, eyes meeting his, refusing to cower underneath his gaze. "Wouldn't you like to know.."
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*Dedicated to the late & great Alan Rickman*
*Book 1*