Hannah Hefner

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I pushed myself to my feet, feeling Will off to the side, the energy in his legs ready to move at any second. But I didn’t need him. I reared back my fist, aiming straight for Taylor’s jaw, but he caught it, squeezing my wrist with one hand and throwing the other across my face. “Ah,” I gasped, my cheek bursting into flames. Grabbing the back of my hair and making my scalp scream, he threw a fist into my stomach, and I collapsed to my knees before another hand flew across my face again. Blood filled my mouth, my eyes watered, and I could barely see. No. I clenched my teeth to keep the cry in, ...more
Nightfall (Devil's Night, #4)
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