Trudie Mccomb

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I reminded myself I didn’t care. I didn’t want his help, and I didn’t deserve any mercy. I placed both hands on the gilded doors but paused when the Drae wrapped his long fingers around my wrist. Khosana, his voice echoed in my mind, heavy with pain, I am so sorry. Please, forgive me.
Blood Oath (Darkest Drae, #1)
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