Denay Peters

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“You did?” I murmur almost soundlessly. And yet he must hear it, because his words drop off immediately. My chin quivers, and this time it has nothing to do with the cold. His face scrunches up when he lifts it, and he shakes his head, drilling his gaze right into me. “Of course I did.” Oh.
Denay Peters
I.cant.handle.the.pain!
Every Breath After: Part One (Lost Boys, #3)
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