Julie Hiltner

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“Verena!” my father shouted my name, but I barely heard him.  Instead, I clung to the only thing keeping me tethered to myself.  And in a whisper, so soft it barely passed my lips, I breathed his name.  “Dacre.”
The Rivaled Crown (The Veiled Kingdom, #3)
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