₊˚ପ⊹ adaia 🪷 (taylor’s version) ✧ ˖ -͙˚

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The last sentence is whispered against my earlobe and I nearly retch. Out of my skin. Out of my fucked-up brain. I don’t know where I get the strength, but I elbow him and crawl from beneath him faster than he can blink.
God of Fury (Legacy of Gods, #5)
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