₊˚ପ⊹ adaia 🪷 (taylor’s version) ✧ ˖ -͙˚

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He goes still as my hand squeezes tighter around his neck. Behind me, I hear Rissa gasp. Because there, at the spot beneath my palm, a change starts to spread across his skin.
Gild (The Plated Prisoner, #1)
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