Tati B M T Brocki

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He squeezed me gently, and I blinked at him through the rain. For once, his eyes were on me, not the landscape below. “You look good with wings,” he said, and kissed my brow. Even the rain stopped feeling so cold.
A Court of Mist and Fury (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #2)
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