Stephanie Runyon

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She could disarm him, charm him, persuade him. Her voice was gentle, while his was loud and harsh. I loved her. I feared him. But both were my family. Until that day. The smell of mead entered before he did. I swear I could smell it before we even heard his knock.
Queen of Roses (Blood of a Fae, #1)
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