Mya

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“Xaden,” I cry out, simultaneously writhing yet holding on to him like he’s the only thing anchoring me to the earth. “I’ve got you, Violet,” he promises, his breath ragged pants against my lips. “Let it out.” Lightning whips through me, flashing so bright that my eyes slam shut. Heat flares above me as thunder cracks immediately. And I smell smoke.
Fourth Wing (The Empyrean, #1)
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