Bree Merritt

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Samkiel strode to my side and placed a kiss on my temple, openly claiming his rightful queen before the one who tried to take him. Pieces of metal pinged off the shiny stone floor as he gripped his collar and yanked. Matching armor slid over our bodies, and I imagined we probably looked like two avenging gods.
The Wrath of the Fallen (Gods & Monsters, #4)
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