Simran Nagpal

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Her father’s words got jumbled because of his cheek pressed flat against the wood. Tristan eased his head a bit. “She’s dead.” Still. The stillness that took over the room made goosebumps erupt over her flesh, and she wasn’t even in the room. She waited with bated breath, her heart in her throat, her eyes glued to the black and white screen.
The Reaper (Dark Verse, #2)
by RuNyx
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