Ayesha Farhat

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“Gaius, keep her safe.” Gaius’ brows rose at Grimm’s relenting before he nodded. “Of course.” Agatha glowered at them both. “This is all very chivalrous, but I’m not asking permission from either of you, and I don’t need protection. I’m a goddess damned witch and I can wield my own sword.”
Autumn of the Grimoire (Sisters Solstice, #1)
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