Bailey Kuskoski

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The bite marks fade, but the other signs of Gio’s butchery do not. What he was like in life, Sabine will never know, but she can guess. After all, what grows in the midnight soil is not a different flower, only a bolder bloom. He is by nature passionate, and reckless.
Bury Our Bones in the Midnight Soil
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