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Lyra is pressed against the wall, her feet clicking together as she tries to shrink from embarrassment, not fully understanding how thrilling it is to know I’ve always been the only one on her mind. No one else stood a chance. She is solely captivated by me, and I refuse to let her stop.
The Blood We Crave: Part Two (The Hollow Boys, #4)
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