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"Saint," I breathed, my eyes locking on his scowling face above the bed. "You're here." His brow furrowed deeper at my words, and he crouched down. "Where the fuck else would I be?" he grumbled. "I only left to get Doc, otherwise the hounds of hell couldn't have made me leave."
Timber (Hades, #4)
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