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"You're a wild one, you know that?" his voice was low, so low that I could hardly hear it. "I swear there's a fire in those pretty eyes sometimes." "Who knows?" I whispered, feeling the warmth that radiated from his body seep into mine, taking away the chill of the night. Grinning cheekily, I continued, "One day, you might just burn up." Arthur chuckled -a deep rumble that the man emitted into the air that cut through the thick silence. Before I knew it, his lips were on mine and my hands were in his hair. I relished the feel of it; the way my body pressed into his and his lips moulded into mine. The intensity of the contact we shared was otherworldly. It felt like I had reached heaven -it really did, until the sound of something snapping had both of us reaching for our guns. ♘ Grace Flannagan is left alone in the world. At only fifteen, she falls in with the van der Linde gang, saved by a man whose name is enough to tug at her heartstrings and start a fire in her soul. She grows from a fragile girl to a strong young woman, unafraid of violence but hopelessly in love. She finds happiness - something she'd never thought she'd find. But happiness doesn't last forever. Death spares no one. [SEXUAL REFERENCES, VIOLENCE, MATURE THEMES]
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