Bree Merritt

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“I found her!” he exclaimed as I stood. I glanced at him and walked to one of the small bookcases flanking the fireplace. “Congratulations?” Isaiah scoffed and plopped into a chair, stretching his long legs out in front of himself. “She sold her to Milani.” “Ah, yes. The celestial. Have you been looking for her this whole time?” I said with a shake of my head. Isaiah glanced at me, and I knew that look. He was embarrassed to admit it, but we both knew it was the truth. “Yes,” he finally said. “Is that why she has you expanding and training up her legions? To find her?”
The Wrath of the Fallen (Gods & Monsters, #4)
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