Anca Petrescu

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Love seemed like such a simple word for what I felt. I’d give my last breath if it meant he existed. Dying for him would be easy. I remade myself for him, gave my life, and burned away my celestial blood until only the Ig’Morruthen beneath my skin lived. Love? No, it had been more than love for a while now. My only regret in all of it was that I feared he would never know.
The Wrath of the Fallen (Gods & Monsters, #4)
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