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“I backed out of the kitchen. Griff was a rigid shadow halfway down the hall, his gaze trained on the door at the end. His snarls shook the air. The hall lights flickered, illuminating the hackles along his spine. My insides turned liquid. They weren’t coming. They were here.” — Emma Lord
I backed out of the kitchen. Griff was a rigid shadow halfway
down the hall, his gaze trained on the door at the end. His snarls
shook the air. The hall lights flickered, illuminating the hackles
along his spine. My insides turned liquid.
They weren’t coming.
They were here.