Safiyah Ali

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I reach up, sifting my fingers through his thick hair, twining the black strands in my grip. I tug hard, jerking his own head, making his neck bend too. And he meets me with a flash of a grin that makes that kindled fire start to spark.
Glow (The Plated Prisoner, #4)
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