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Dante’s eyes bled from gray to violet. His body trembled as gray smoke rose from him like steam from a kettle. He stroked back a few tendrils of my hair, just below the bruise on my head. “Who did this, Cherry?”
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Screaming. Crying. Throwing up
That Time I Got Drunk And Saved a Human (Mead Mishaps, #3)
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