Bree Merritt

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Isaiah’s eyes flicked to Kaden, but he only stared at us. Dianna and I had showered before coming down here, but hateful male pride made me hope he could smell me all over her, my scent coating her flesh like a second skin. Gods, I hoped it made him sick.
The Wrath of the Fallen (Gods & Monsters, #4)
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