“You’re like a pretty wilting flower, trying so hard to bloom beneath the midnight sun.” His grip tightened in my hair, his gaze narrowing. “Death suits you, darling. Perhaps you should embrace it.”
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Lexi C. Foss,
Blood Day
“Then she bit my wrist. Hard. I smiled. “Is that your version of a punishment?” I released her jaw to run my knuckles across her cheek. “Because I consider biting to be foreplay, sweetling.”
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Lexi C. Foss,
Blood Day