Erika S

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I woke up with a painful cry, snapping into a seated position only to be shoved back down on the bed. Panic, already awoken by the dream, surged through me like lava flowing through the mouth of a volcano. A horrifying scream tore from my throat before a fleshy hand clamped over my lips, pressing me hard into the pillow.
Caution to the Wind (The Fallen Men, #7)
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