Bree Merritt

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It took a moment for me to notice the shadows stirring, darkness slithering from every corner. My grip on him tightened, and he struggled to shift, trying to protect me with his body as a slender form stepped from the darkness and strode forward. Her features were lost in the shadow of her hood, and the black of her tight leather clothing seemed made of the same shadows she had emerged from. I could see the wavy ends of her brown hair as she looked down at me. The multiple blades strapped in various sheaths along her arms, legs, and torso gleamed. There was not a smear of blood on them. They ...more
The Wrath of the Fallen (Gods & Monsters, #4)
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