Tori Devaux

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The Carver inclined his head in greeting—in greeting and in confirmation, as if he knew precisely what I realized. Who I had seen and was still seeing. The High Lord’s son. My son. Our son. Should we survive long enough to bear him.
A Court of Wings and Ruin (A Court of Thorns and Roses, #3)
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