Bree Merritt

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Reggie raised his hand, stopping me. "I am okay, but you…" I had never seen Reggie in pain, but now it twisted his features and dulled his eyes. "What?" I formed a crooked, broken smile. "You don't think I look pretty?" His brows furrowed like a scolding father, but even with one good eye, I caught the shine of tears in the fate's eyes. "I'm so sorry."
The Wrath of the Fallen (Gods & Monsters, #4)
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