Ashleigh

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“You taste like poison,” I whispered into her mouth. She grinned, biting my lower lip real hard, until the metallic taste of blood exploded in both our mouths. “Maybe that’s how I’ll end up killing you.” She licked the blood off my mouth. “With kindness.”
Fallen Foe (Cruel Castaways, #2)
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