Erin Osborne

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Thunderclouds clustered during the late afternoon. Rowan forced her to sit through the storm until her teeth were clattering in her skull and her blood was thick with ice, and then they finally made the trek to the fortress. He ditched her by the baths again, eyes glimmering with an unspoken promise that tomorrow would be worse.
Erin Osborne
I really do not like this guy
Heir of Fire (Throne of Glass, #3)
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