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I tuned his gorgeous voice out when I saw something big. And green. And crawling toward me. It was a centipede. On crack. Or heroine. Or some other kind of drug—I knew nothing about drugs, but the thing? It was the size of a small dog.
Love Bites Harder (Mated to the King, #3)
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