Queen of Swords
I had promised myself never to wait by the door for another man, and least of all for Damien Frost, who had once held cold, sharp steel against the tender, white under part of my throat and laughed. But, I needed him now more than ever, and he had agreed to come when I called. If I had not become involved with the Nightkind, in
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