Wicked Promises

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built centuries ago, his grip firm around her wrist. The air was thick with tension

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answer. That wa

estry of Saint Michael, tucked near the chapel r

unnel in your family

"God's not the on

air slapped her face. The

safehouse hidden in the hillside vineyard

sturbance. A broken chair. A t

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he wasn't afraid of deat

corner before loweri

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arm before he co

fro

anything happene

d like her words woun

ou don't get to save me and throw yourself into h

rytale, Isadora. You don't get to l

ard. "Then I'll

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now what you

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at? That

urt him to feel. Like it was the f

again, everything in

broken glass and reverenc

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soft. It w

was

n one moment. He crushed her against him, mouth demanding,

s clawing into his shoulders, her body molding

inst the wall, one hand in her hair, the other gripp

e breathed against her sk

whispered, eyes

ainst hers, trembling. "I

tter that her father was the ene

s jus

places, trying to fit together

the safehouse, wrapped in a scratchy wo

entire b

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