But when I touch you, your aura … it smolders. The colors deepen, it burns more intensely, the purple increases. Why? Why, Sydney? He used that hand to pull me closer. Why do you react that way if I don’t mean anything to you? There was a desperation in his voice, and it was legitimate. ― Richelle Mead, The Indigo Spell

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But when I touch you, your aura … it smolders. The colors deepen, it burns more intensely, the purple increases. Why? Why, Sydney? He used that hand to pull me closer. Why do you react that way if I don’t mean anything to you? There was a desperation in his voice, and it was legitimate.
― Richelle Mead,
The Indigo Spell
    But when I touch you, your aura … it smolders. The colors deepen, it burns more intensely, the purple increases. Why? Why, Sydney? He used that hand to pull me closer. Why do you react that way if I don’t mean anything to you? There was a desperation in his voice, and it was legitimate. ― Richelle Mead, The Indigo Spell

    But when I touch you, your aura … it smolders. The colors deepen, it burns more intensely, the purple increases. Why? Why, Sydney? He used that hand to pull me closer. Why do you react that way if I don’t mean anything to you? There was a desperation in his voice, and it was legitimate.
    ― Richelle Mead,

    The Indigo Spell

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