Simran Nagpal

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The term of endearment slipped past my lips before I could think twice of it. Julianna must have caught my slip of tongue, because she granted me one of her rare smiles. A real fucking smile. But instead of answering, she went back to her food.
A Vow of Hate (A Vow of Hate, #1)
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