Halia VanKirk

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“You’re wrong about that,” he says evenly. “You’re ours.” I shake my head, my hair shifting around my shoulders. Tears burn in my eyes, and my chest aches as I force out the words. “I don’t want to be. I don’t want to belong to you if you lie to me and treat me like a pawn.”
Beautiful Devils (Filthy Wicked Psychos, #2)
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