Sam

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Then our auras meet. Join. Collide. Our bond shatters the air. Shadow and light blinds, shoving away everything else, until all that exists is her. We stare at each other, caught in this cocoon of our own atmosphere while the world trembles with our bond and everything else disappears. Together. We’re finally fucking together.
Goldfinch (The Plated Prisoner, #6)
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