Iiris Renvall

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“And coming from a four-hundred-year-old man, I’d say that was quite the compliment.” He smirked. “Would you like more of them?” “I would, but you’re too old for me.” A pillow smacked me in the chest. I gasped, feigning shock, but his unruly grin had me bursting into giggles.
The Prince of Prohibition (Fae of the Roaring Age, #1)
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