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... ike a mountain of stone.
Her skin was a smooth, glistening obsidian. Darker than even Malachi’s used to be and infinitely more
Every part of her seemed like a weapon. From the wicked horns curling out of her black hair, to the long talons on the edge of her fingertips.
Malachi thought that even if he and all his wives fought together, there was no way they could take this person.
Only Abaddon had ever made Malachi feel this way before. He didn’t think this woman w ...
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