Jurnee

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Oh yes, my little mortal would pledge her loyalty and love, swear an oath from the sweetest of lips, and then she would break it. She would run from me. Abandon me to eternity, my wicked, wayward mortal. The past had taught me no different.
King of Flesh and Bone (The Pale Court, #1)
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