Caitlin Johnson

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Then my eyes narrowed, and she jerked away. But on her upper arm were five stark bruises, pale purple imprints dug into her bicep. Like a hand, as if someone had grabbed her so hard it hurt. The edges of my vision went blurry. “Who hurt you?”
Soul of a Witch (Souls Trilogy, #3)
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