Jenny Winslow

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He stopped just ahead of me and then turned. Before I knew what was happening, he had me trapped against the stone wall with his warm breath tickling my neck. He leaned in and whispered into my ear, “I can’t hate anything when it’s coming from your lips.”
Of Ash and Embers (The Mist King, #2)
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