Desiree

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“You!” To my absolute fucking delight, she swings her hand backwards and then slaps me full force across my cheek. Shit, there’s some force to that. I think I even taste the faintest trace of blood in my mouth. She really is wasted. “Yes, darling,” I say with a wide grin because, fuck me, the little brat likes to play. “Me.”
Storm of Shadows (The Firestone Academy, #1)
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