Candice Hume

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pant, face down, tears dripping from my eyes but not from sorrow. I'm all wrong. This is all wrong. Everything I want from him is all wrong. Then he lifts me from his lap, dipping down to scoop me up, and cradles me in his arms. He kisses my temple, and I think I might die, my heart skipping off its tracks, no longer on the same trajectory. Lost in him. "That's my good girl."
His Pretty Little Burden (Kids of The District, #4)
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