M.A. Mashburn

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Mistake. Mistake. Her mind screamed. Stop. “I’m a Sister Solstice, actually.” Grimm gaped openly and shook his head as if he could dislodge the notion from his brain. “But the Sisters are just folklore.” “So are reapers.” He blinked. “Touché.”
Autumn of the Grimoire (Sisters Solstice, #1)
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