Leandra Parsons

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I pull my sweatshirt and my shirt up, showing him the tattoo just above my pec. His eyes widen and his jaw drops open. There's something strange on his face—something that’s a lot like anger.  "Did you—" draw it, I start to ask him.
Wrath (Sinful Secrets, #4)
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