D.M. Davis

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My wings slid back into my body, and I pulled away from the kiss to look at Ruadan. He stared at me, stunned, irises black as pitch. “You brought me back.” “Baleros is dead. For good,” I murmured into his neck. “And we’re never again going to part.”
Court of Dreams (Institute of the Shadow Fae, #4)
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