Tiffany  McCloskey

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“Who am I?” he says. My nails dig into his shoulders. “Mine,” I whisper. His chest rumbles. “That’s right. What do you call me?” I press my face into his shoulder. He smells like Deacon—solid, unyielding. My entire world. “Daddy,” I manage.
Deacon (The Sovereign Mountain, #3)
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