Deidre

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“I don’t think that warrants explanation.” He extended his hand for the dagger. My brow lifted. The heft of the weapon in my hand terrified, yet the leather hilt was comforting and warm. “Then you won’t think this does either.” I turned back to the male losing consciousness. And I woke him up by sinking the blade into the wound in his abdomen and twisting.
Wrath of the Damned (Deadly Divine, #2)
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