grabbed chin, pulling towards him. ‘In dreams,’ told me, voice still h — Robert Thier, Eye Storm

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He grabbed my chin, pulling me towards him. 'In my dreams,' he told me, his voice still as hard and cold as an iceberg, 'more interesting things happen. Things that involve the two of us'.

Robert Thier, In the Eye of the Storm

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