Jeannette Michelsen

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thrill ran through me at how her eyes rounded, the flash of fear in them as she finally, finally noticed the red in mine. The beast that was tired of feigning deference, waiting patiently for scraps. I squeezed a soft yip out of her and growled, low and full of malice, “Do. Not. Test. Me.”
I Feed Her to the Beast and the Beast Is Me (I Feed Her to the Beast, #1)
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