Miranda Alessandrini

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“Excuse me—” A man approached their table, cellphone in hand. He was middle-aged and wore gray slacks and a white shirt. Hermes whipped his head around. “No,” he said, and the mortal’s mouth snapped close. “Leave.”
A Touch of Malice (Hades X Persephone #3)
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