Desiree

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“Are you out of your mind? You can’t just…claim me!” I say shrilly. “I just did.” My back stiffens. “I am an independent woman. I decide who to be with.” “You’ll decide to be with me.” My teeth grind. “You cocky son of a bitch.” “And yours.”
Goldfinch (The Plated Prisoner, #6)
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