Amy | romantasy.myromanempire

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He looked like the god of death. Darkness drifted across his emerald eyes. His dark hair stirred in the wind as his wings stretched wide behind him. He held the swords as if they were extensions of him, and his power swarmed around him. And her power wanted it all. Tendrils of light reached for it, winding into his darkness.
Tempest of Wrath and Vengeance (Legacy, #3)
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