Desislava Pavlova

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I narrowed my eyes at him then scooted up behind his seat. I took my freezing hands and shoved them down his back under his shirt and jacket. He shouted, wiggled, and cursed. “Oh look, I found a heater!” I taunted as he continued to complain.
Trying to Live With the Dead (The Veil Diaries #1)
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