Nathaly Marrero

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“We didn’t have enough time, Faythe,” he whispered, leaning his forehead to hers and pinching his eyes, holding her close as if it would return the warmth to her cooling body. “I promise to stand by you. Until the end of days. We’ll fight…we’ll fight it all together. Just please come back to me.”
A Clash of Three Courts (An Heir Comes to Rise, #4)
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