Macee Grisenti

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Without thinking too much about just what in the actual fuck I was about to do, I shouldered my way in front of him, pushing him back so hard that he stumbled against the stone. Then I planted my feet firmly and lifted my hands, a billow of ectoplasm rising around me as my magic surged to meet my call.
From Bad to Cursed (The Witches of Thistle Grove, #2)
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