Michaela Nardone

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But when my knees hit the ground now, it wasn’t for the eye. It was for her. I wanted to bury myself before her. I wanted to cut myself open for her, let her take whatever she wanted, and treasure the scars for the rest of my pathetic life.
The Fallen and the Kiss of Dusk (Crowns of Nyaxia #4)
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