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“M’eudail.” Pressing my ear against the door, I stand completely still, listening for even the slightest hint of her inside. “Please open the bloody door.” I’m not sure how I’ve resorted to such a state of pathetic want, but here I am. Desperate, just the way she likes it.
Arrows and Apologies (Monsters & Muses, #4)
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