Isabel Santellano

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“Maybe next time,” he says, then grabs a fistful of my hair and drags me into the next corridor. I elbow him when we’re out of view. “You did not need to pull my hair.” “I like pulling hair.” I roll my eyes. “Of course you do.”
Restitution (The Edge of Darkness, #3)
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