Macee Grisenti

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And when I dropped to my knees on the cold floorboards, sobbing like my heart would break with the immensity of everything I’d never feel again, Morty was there to catch me, to pull me against him and hold me tight. To feel and share the firestorm inside me until it subsided, and left mostly peace behind.
Back in a Spell (The Witches of Thistle Grove, #3)
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