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He loved your mate. For all the ways she reminded him of me.” My jaw slackened, hanging open as I stared after her. That wasn’t true in the slightest. Estrella was nothing like Mab. Before I could respond, Mab turned on her heel and made her way to the dais. “Clean up this fucking mess before dinner. I don’t want to see it again,” she called, waving her hand over her shoulder to accentuate the command. “And find me whoever released the God of the Dead from his cell. I’d like to have a Gods-damned word.
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Harper L. Woods (What Sleeps Within the Cove (Of Flesh & Bone, #4))