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“His lips were soft and dry. If Justine's had felt like a butterfly on my cheek - a moment of surprising grace - Victor's were like a contract between us. A promise that I was his, and he would keep me safe. I kissed him back throwing my arms around his neck and pulling him closer to sign my own name to the contract between us.”

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Book:The Dark Descent of Elizabeth Frankenstein
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The Dark Descent of Elizabeth Frankenstein

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Kiersten White
Kiersten White

Kiersten White is an American author known for her young adult novels. Her works often blend elements of fantasy, history, and adventure, enjoying widespread popularity among readers. more

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