Sara Fenton

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He closed his eyes and thought of a shy smile curving against his shoulder. He filled his ears with the sound of her laugh, the way it burst uncontrolled from her chest and smothered itself behind her palm. In the evening, I would come home to you. Arin sat among his ghosts and dreamed of his future.
The Jasad Crown (The Scorched Throne, #2)
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