Renae

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“It’s not as simple as that. I can whisper and wish all I want. It doesn't change how fast flowers grow.” “It’s not a wish, it’s a command.” He placed a lingering kiss to my jaw, filled with something so dark I feared I’d lose the light. “The flowers, the earth, the darkness, the woods. They’re all yours if you want them. One day, you may even command me.”
The Prince of Prohibition (Fae of the Roaring Age, #1)
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