Koraima Garza

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He recoiled as if he’d hit something solid. “Feyre,” he rasped. He stepped again—and that line held. “Feyre, please,” he breathed. And I realized that the line, that bubble of protection … It was from me.
A Court of Mist and Fury (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #2)
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