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ught back. She should

speckled with dried pine sap. Maxine's fingers trembled as she checked her reflec

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boy from yesterday. The vampire prince. Still wearing that same co

her eyes. "Did

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by... bite, maybe?" His tone was mock

ls itched to shift-just slightly, a war

ter on fire with your mi

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up dirt. Maxine turned to board, bu

hey'll come. My kind. Yours. The witches. The

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et them