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to that, fighting something like a little flame didn’t seem scary at all. Rhett snuggled back against me. His arms wrapped around my middle, claiming me, owning me, and I happily basked in his warmth. In a short amount of time, Rhett had come to mean the world to me. I didn’t expect him, but was so fucking thankful that fate had brought him to me. He was my love. My home. My everything.
The Firedancer (Black Cat Circus #2)
by Rye Cox
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