Megan Bonnett

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It was a room I had never been in, shrouded in navy curtains and filled with leather furniture. A handful of black candles with curled wicks burned in the dim light. Something smelled familiar, like home, but I couldn’t place it. Lilies in stone vases peppered the space. Where had those come from? The delicate white flowers played against the soft candlelight. Beautiful.
A Dawn of Onyx (The Sacred Stones, #1)
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