Leandra Parsons

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I looked toward the sound and stared at Savio. The girl who’d been fondling him sat on the floor and he was standing. Had he thrown her to the floor? The look on his face called to a primal part in me, awakening a strange animal fear I hadn’t known I was capable of. He shoved people out of the way as he stalked toward me.
Twisted Hearts (The Camorra Chronicles, #5)
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