My muse is an ungrateful harlot whoโs abandoned me to actually come up with my own plots.
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Richelle MeadBless you, daugher of man," Carter said, his eyes luminous and almost silver now. He leaned down and kissed my forehead. I closed my eyes and caught my breath. His lips were both burning hot and icy cold.
Richelle Mead