Liza Broadaway

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“Don’t let go.” The words tear from me, hoarse and desperate. I grip his hand harder, my knuckles white, trembling. “Don’t you dare let go.” Blair’s face crumples. He brings our joined hands to his lips, covering my bruised knuckles in kisses. “Never. God, Torey, never.”
The Fall
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