Brycee

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I’d never seen anyone so wrathful, but he made it look beautiful.  This sort of molten anger rolled through his body, leaking from all his pores so it was all you could see. A cruel volcano of human rage that incinerated anyone he touched, yet you still stood there admiring how nature could be so incredible, even when it was wreaking havoc.  A god of wrath. 
The Lies We Steal (The Hollow Boys, #1)
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