Leandra Parsons

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Ezra holding Zane's shirt collar. Ezra with his burning lake eyes on me. My body shorts out, going icy cold then white hot as my stomach bottoms out and my throat closes. My heart starts to pound as Zane frowns from Ezra to me. "Ezra Masters?" he gapes.
Wrath (Sinful Secrets, #4)
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