Trudie Mccomb

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As consciousness slipped from my grasp, I rested my head against the back of Arnik’s neck. He’d always been my friend. Would I ever see him again? Then darkness filled my vision, and I crumpled into his arms. Hold on, a familiar voice whispered.
Blood Oath (Darkest Drae, #1)
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