Mikayla leanne

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Her eyes lifted, instinct and magic reaching out for the only one in that room who was not crowding her in rushing panic. Eyes of forest green collided with those of tanzanite blue, and for one fleeting second the world paused, and she could breathe, a momentary reprieve from the panic laying heavily over her skin.
Threaded (The Solstice Cycle, #1)
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