Cheyanne Thomas

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“The fortune-telling bloodsucker can’t see us?” he echoed, his face both fierce and gleeful. “Seriously? That’s excellent!” I clenched my teeth together, and we sat in silence, his face expectant as he waited for me to continue. I glared at him until he realized his mistake. “Oops!” he said. “Sorry.” He locked his lips again.
Eclipse (Twilight, #3)
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