Arianna Ambrose

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She let out a trembling cry and pulled taut around me. Everything disappeared—gods and wraiths and death, war and betrayals, magic masks and cursed axes and all the fears I tried to tell myself I did not feel. Everything but her. I was whole, entwined in her skin and soul alike.
The Fallen and the Kiss of Dusk (Crowns of Nyaxia #4)
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