Neshaisabookworm’s Book Review

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“Viking, AK.” Flame instinctively moved toward her, like they were fucking magnets or some shit. “Madds,” I said. Vike smiled. “Mornin’, sugar tits.” Flame’s lip curled at our brash brother, but it was Vike. Weren’t no one stopping that car crash.
Damnable Grace (Hades Hangmen, #5)
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