Katie Murphy

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My throat closed and I tried to breathe, but I couldn’t. As I stared at the ghost in front of me. A single tear slid down her scarred cheek. She let out a tortured whimper, her hand slamming over her mouth to muffle the sound. My legs weakened, and I dropped to my knees. “Gracelynn.”
A Vow of Hate (A Vow of Hate, #1)
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