Mónika Papp

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Her beautiful eyes fill, and her gilded lips part. “Slade.” Our auras might’ve shattered the sky, but her saying my name shatters me. And it seems to shatter her too. I can see every line that cracks through her eyes, every thought that breaks across her face. “I remember…” she whispers upon a trembled breath. “Great Divine…I remember.” Her expression looks haunted yet awed, a thousand words caught there, and I want to release every single one. My eyes burn, my chest feeling ready to explode, but I reach forward and clasp her beautiful face. Drag my thumb over her soft cheek to catch the first ...more
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