Isabelle Domingues

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“You’re mine,” I whispered, dragging my hands through his hair, down his back, across his wings. My friend through many dangers. My lover who had healed my broken and weary soul. My mate who had waited for me against all hope, despite all odds.
A Court of Mist and Fury (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #2)
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