Anna Writebol

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It wasn’t a hallucination. Juliette Cai was really standing there, wearing a ridiculous hat, with Alisa behind her, both of them panting for breath as if they had been on a long run. “Look,” Benedikt said faintly, hardly hearing his own words as they slipped out. “You got your resurrection too.”
Our Violent Ends (These Violent Delights #2)
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