Chloey Rollins

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He stares at his feet, his shoulders crowding with tension. What the fuck… “Hey.” I tap his cheek with the back of my fingers and he blinks up at me. “What’s wrong?” “I… I…” “Hey…breathe.” He doesn’t seem to be doing that at all as he sputters and stares at me as if I’m an alien.
God of Fury (Legacy of Gods, #5)
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