Bree Merritt

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She stood there, staring at Elianna’s heart resting on her blood-covered palm. Her eyes flicked up, and she glared at us through her lashes. “You know, I always wondered if she had one.” She shrugged and tossed the fleshy mass to the ground. “Guess we know now.”
The Wrath of the Fallen (Gods & Monsters, #4)
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