Owen Oakley

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Bursting forward, I flung myself into his arms. “Thank you! You have no idea what this means to me.” Tears leaked from the corners of my eyes. His arms came around me, holding me tightly. “You’re very welcome, Brielle. I sometimes envy the passionate yet reckless love that humans feel,” he admitted as I stepped away. Michael was grinning. “You should try it sometime. My wife has a nice lady friend I could introduce you to.” Raphael looked mortally offended, his cheeks turning pink. “All right, this meeting is over.” We all burst into laughter as Raphael pretended to arrange papers on his desk.
Fallen Academy: Year Three (Fallen Academy #3)
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