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“Do not say it." Gabriel said with quiet menace. "I said nothing." Lucian pointed out. "You raised your eyebrow in that obnoxious way you have," Gabriel replied. "You are in enough trouble with me without adding a sneer to your sins." "She is not like the women I seem to recall from our youth." "You did not know any women in our youth." Gabriel told him.”

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Dark Legend

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Christine Feehan
Christine Feehan

Christine Feehan is a renowned American author known for her romance novels. Her works are characterized by strong emotions, complex characters, and captivating plots. Feehan's writing spans multiple series, including the Dragon Knight Series and the Dark Guardians Series, which have gained her a large fan base. more

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