Aaliyah Mashhour

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“Was one wounded?” “Thad,” I answered. His nostrils flared. “How badly?” “He was hit in the shoulder. He’ll heal.” A muscle ticked in his temple. “Thad is one of mine—or he was.”
The Primal of Blood and Bone (Blood and Ash, #6)
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