Kristina

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I let her breathe. I let her out. She burst through my blood, the power of the vampire flowing through me, and as I kept my eyes on Celina, locked my limbs to keep from staggering back from the surge of it, I felt myself disassociate. I felt her move my body, stretch and test muscles inside my body—and sink into it. Merit disappeared. Morgan disappeared. Mallory disappeared.
Friday Night Bites (Chicagoland Vampires, #2)
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