Aaliyah Mashhour

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My gaze shifted to Kieran, whose head was only a few inches from Reaver’s. He stared straight ahead, arms crossed with an expression that said he couldn’t be any less impressed. Reaver puffed out a breath that rolled over us. Kieran’s nostrils flared, and eather pulsed behind his pupils. And that damn draken made a chuffing sound a lot like a laugh.
The Primal of Blood and Bone (Blood and Ash, #6)
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