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One moment, I was clutching the steering wheel, giving my pain to the darkness. The next, the Jeep’s door was open and a pair of strong arms wrapped around my body. Foster swept me into the house, his lips against my hair as he murmured, “Tally.”
Garnet Flats (The Edens, #3)
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