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I opened my mouth, intending to say I was going to murder our cousin, and the words got stuck in my throat. I coughed, pain tearing at my tongue. Fuck. “I’m going to find Scion’s foul bird and bake it into a pie for yuletide.” 
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Lords of the Hunt (Wilde Fae, #1)
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