Isabelle Reaves

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I didn’t remember making it to the top, didn’t remember stumbling down the other side, didn’t remember half drowning as I swam pathetically through the river, didn’t remember Kharon glaring at me as I crawled onto the riverbank. Or maybe I did remember, and I wanted to forget. This time there were enough foil blankets after the swim for everyone, but I was too tired to grab one. Augustus wrapped one around my shoulders aggressively and shouted something. I blinked. We staggered into the classroom. In front of me, General Cleandro shoved cups into the initiates’ faces. Augustus swooped in and ...more
Blood of Hercules (Villains of Lore, #1)
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