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it was like I’d lost the scent of him. Oddly, I hadn’t realized how accustomed I was to his scent. As soon as he slipped the bracelet on, I ached with the loss of it. I didn’t like it, nor did my Ig’Morruthen, for that matter. My fangs slipped past my gums, and it wasn’t until they all turned toward me that I realized a growl had slipped from me. I clamped a hand over my mouth. “Sorry,”
The Dawn of the Cursed Queen (Gods & Monsters, #3)
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