Bree Merritt

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“I love you.” She clasped my hand, running her thumb over my knuckles. “Don’t worry about me.” A weak snort left me. “Oh, akrai, you are far too late for that, my love. It’s practically my job now.”
The Wrath of the Fallen (Gods & Monsters, #4)
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