Authors: Kristen Callihan
Tags: #Fiction, #Historical, #Romance, #Paranormal, #Fantasy
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so
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prot
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you
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only
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c
a
n
.
”
“
W
hy
do
you
f
ea
r
for
m
y
s
a
f
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ty
wh
e
n
it
is
you
who
insist
th
a
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risk
it?
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th
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r
,
if
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w
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b
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me
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me
on
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’s
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l
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.
I
’d
—
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