Dilyn Pearson

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“You sound angry, Elena.” Nicolas’s voice was tainted with something dangerous. “Maybe you should cool off.” My brows knitted. “What? No—” I never got to finish what I had to say. Because, with one hand on my side, Nicolas pushed me into the pool.
Dilyn Pearson
LMAO He's a jealous, morally gray man & I am absolutely loving it
The Sweetest Oblivion (Made, #1)
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