Leandra Parsons

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A gentle pulse throbbed against my fingertips. I jerked my head up, staring at Gemma. “What is it?” Remo asked immediately. Diego lifted his tear-stained face. I dug my fingertips into her throat. A pulse. A fucking pulse. For a moment, I didn’t dare believe it. “Remo,” I got out. He knelt
Twisted Hearts (The Camorra Chronicles, #5)
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