Lilith Gaspar

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I gave her a hug, eyes closed as I felt her arms wrap around me. Her quick squeeze and even quicker release were a reminder of how rare and fleeting any touch was for her, and I smiled, feeling the tears threaten. It had been months, and I’d been worried.
Trouble With the Cursed (The Hollows, #16)
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