Leandra Parsons

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As if pulled by a magnet, I turn toward Matthias. He’s standing a few feet from the bottom of the steps, dark eyes on me. A flush crawls up my neck, and my breath catches as his gaze burrows into me, branding me everywhere it touches.
A Twisted Arrangement (Twisted Vows, #2)
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