Don’t touch me. It makes my skin crawl. (Grace)
Grace! I can’t believe you– (Selena)
At least she didn’t spit in my face with her dying breath. (Julian)
They shoot, they score. A direct hit straight through the heart and into the raw nerves. (Selena)

Autore: Sherrilyn Kenyon

Don’t touch me. It makes my skin crawl. (Grace)<br />Grace! I can’t believe you– (Selena)<br />At least she didn’t spit in my face with her dying breath. (Julian)<br />They shoot, they score. A direct hit straight through the heart and into the raw nerves. (Selena) - Sherrilyn Kenyon




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