Page 103 of The Claiming
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“Plans?” He raises his eyes and I nod mysteriously.
“It involves a robe, a mask, and an empty dungeon.”
His eyes light with desire, and I smile. “But not before we celebrate the end of the semester with our friends.”
I hold out my hand and as he joins with mine, I have a feeling that our next year at Rockwell will be the best one yet.
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