Keyanna Goodwin

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Heat rushes up my neck and flames lick my cheeks as he lowers his face so his lips are only inches away from mine. I can make out every speck of gold in his onyx eyes, every bump and ridge of his scar. Beautiful. Fucking. Asshole. My breath catches and my body warms, the traitorous bitch.
Fourth Wing (The Empyrean, #1)
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