Brooklyn Henley

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“You’ve grown mean,” she sneered. “My wife is meaner. She’d scorch your flesh from your bones for your indiscretions,” I said, my tone ensuring she knew I meant every word. I leaned closer and whispered, “And I’d gladly let her.”
The Wrath of the Fallen (Gods & Monsters, #4)
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