Simone  Lindsay

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I almost gasped when he let me into his mind. It was so different from before—walls replaced with claw-gouged passages, as if he had ripped them out with sheer force. They were tender and bleeding, like wounds. Well… they were wounds, weren’t they?
Mother of Death & Dawn (The War of Lost Hearts, #3)
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