Hilary Brown

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I hand her the cloth, and she holds it up to her face. I expect her to sniff it, but she doesn’t. She licks it. Licks it again until she’s licked off all the blood. Smiles like it was sugar candy. Unexpected, but I promised not to freak, so I press my lips together and keep my word.
Storm of Locusts (The Sixth World, #2)
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