Rebel Witch (The Crimson Moth, #2)

by Kristen Ciccarelli

Because the giver knew what her soul required, not just her body.

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“I bought our tickets at the last minute,” she called over her shoulder. “There was only one left, in third class.” Gideon halted in the stairwell doorway, lightheaded. Third-class cabins were tiny, cramped things. They barely fit one small bed.

Oh nooooo 😏😏