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“Okay, time to get serious. I let my smile fade slowly and lowered my pitch, as no human woman could have. “I’m not joking this time. If I see it, it’s mine, and you won’t get it back at the end of the school year.” I growled, deep and long, savoring the feel of the vibrations in my throat, as if the sound alone could save me. It wasn’t quite a cat’s growl but it was damn close. And it was his last warning. Miguel dismissed my threat with an easy smile, and my stomach clenched. Oh, yeah, Faythe. You have Puss shaking in his boots, all right.”

Quote by Rachel Vincent

Book:Stray
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Stray

This book delves into the lives of individuals navigating through the complexities of human relationships and the search for belonging. more

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Rachel Vincent
Rachel Vincent

Rachel Vincent, born in 1978, is an accomplished American author known for her unique narrative style and emotional depth in her writings. Her works have gained popularity among readers worldwide. more

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