Heather Alene Salter

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A chill overcame my body as I ran my fingers over the small tooth that hung from my neck. The molar was hers. She had spit it at me in all her fiery magnificence in the blood room. I had pocketed it without thinking.
How Does It Feel? (Infatuated Fae, #1)
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