![]() ![]() Running was hellish, but I’d already calculated how far I had to go to compensate for the Christmas fudge I’d be scarfing down during the rest of my visit home. “Come in!” I called out, scanning through my iPod’s playlist before pressing sync. Mom was going to chew their butts for interrupting her morning routine. Three tiny knocks on my bedroom door echoed the harsher ones downstairs. ![]() Who the hell would be pounding on the door at 7:05 a.m.? Manufactured in the United States of Americaįor Jason, you always have been and will eternally be worth my full measure. Visit our website at Edited by Karen Grove and Nicole Steinhaus ![]() For information regarding subsidiary rights, please contact the Publisher. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce, distribute, or transmit in any form or by any means. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.Ĭopyright © 2014 by Rebecca Yarros. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. ![]()
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