Brittan Scott

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When Arin had dropped seventeen Jasadis to the ground, I stepped forward. Amusement warmed the eyes fastened to my face. “Do you never tire of trying to spill my blood, Suraira?” I quirked a brow. “Everyone needs a hobby.”
The Jasad Crown (The Scorched Throne, #2)
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