Mikayla leanne

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Not just a sound. A voice. A voice he would know anywhere, even in death. For the first time in days, his magic leaped in his soul, and his eyes shot up from his hands and collided with those of brilliant, resplendent, glowing forest green.
Threaded (The Solstice Cycle, #1)
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