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With an irritated growl, refusing to slow down at all, Merikh pulled her from his shoulder and cradled her tall and lithe body in his bulky arms. She crossed her arms over her stomach with a hiss, and he looked down momentarily to notice the drying cut across her cheek. Well... that wouldn’t do. Her face was far too supreme to be marred.
A Soul to Guide (Duskwalker Brides, #4)
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