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“Moth.” My voice was only slightly hysterical when I hissed his name. A few moments later, I heard him jog up behind me. His citrus scent filled my nose when he peered over my shoulder at the body on the ground. “Whoops,” he said. My lips parted on a stunned little puff of breath. I turned to face him. “Whoops?”
Moth (Monstrous, #5)
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