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“Well... there might be a slight problem with the she-devil in your room," she admitted. What! Demon red shimmered before his eye. "Did you harm her?" "What? Sweet lil me? She shook her head, all innocence. "But I may or may not have done some research and come across a bit of info that said hacking off all the her hair would severely weaken her. Then I may or may not have snuck in your bedroom with a pair of scissors and taken these." She lifted her arms and clutched in both her hands were thick hanks of golden hair. "By the way, I may or may not know for a fact that the rumors are definitely not true." Going. To. Kill. Her. "The Red Queen may or may not have woken up mid style job," Anya continued blithely, "and may or may not have taken the scissors away from me and given me a new style of my own.”

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The Darkest Touch

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Gena Showalter
Gena Showalter

Gena Showalter is an American author born in 1975. She is known for her works in the genres of fantasy and young adult literature, particularly for her romance fantasy novels. Her books have gained widespread popularity and have been recognized with numerous literary awards. more

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