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I grunted when my arm and side slammed into the ground, and not even a second later, I forgot my pain as I was hauled up against a hard chest, a recognizable scent surrounding me. “Logan,” I murmured. His laughter was as dark as that fucking witch wine. “Precious, you’re always testing my limits.”
Spellcaster (Weatherstone College, #1)
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