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“Ah, there she is.” Flynn scratches my scalp like a cat. I buck automatically into his touch, cheeks flaming. “My murder kitten. No more lurking on cold rooftops, you hear? Just come straight inside. You know I leave the balcony doors open for you.”
Blade (Sweet Little Sinners, #4)
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