Simran Nagpal

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I whispered. His dark eyes flared and his chest rattled with a shuddering breath. The torment on his face killed me. It shattered whatever was left of my already broken heart. I dug my nail into my thighs, feeling the burn. The pain kept me grounded.
A Vow of Hate (A Vow of Hate, #1)
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