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"Don't do this with me, only to fucking pull back later," I snarl into his mouth, then lick at the scar that starts at his top lip and ends at his temple. "Because I will fucking kill you." He pulls away and looks into my eyes, his dark skin blooming with a red undertone. "I think you know as well as I do that this is what was always going to happen."
The Reaper Incarnate (Reaped, #0.5)
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