Leandra Parsons

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He looked pissed. His nose spurting blood, he lunged at me at the same time as I aimed a high kick at his head. My foot collided with his chin, throwing it back. It smashed against the edge of a wall cabinet and his eyes went out of focus. He fell forward. My eyes went wide when he collided with me, taking me down with his much heavier body. My head crashed against the floor. Stars burst in my vision and then all went black.
Leandra Parsons
Oh shit
Twisted Hearts (The Camorra Chronicles, #5)
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