Yazmin Cisneros

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“Wrap your arms...around my neck.” He gestures toward his neck, his voice becoming slightly stilted. “From...the back?” I wonder, my face warming. The dreams I’ve had about him flash uncomfortably through my mind. “No,” he says, “from the front.”
The Iron Flower (The Black Witch Chronicles, #2)
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