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Amalie Howard

Waterfell (The Aquarathi) ebok

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I'm breathless. Just before I walk into the classroom, I glance over my shoulder. Lo's eyes are deep and piercing. I feel the weight of them hovering, watching. Holding me motionless as time, too, stands still. I force myself to peel my gaze away from his compelling stare, making my feet obey weak commands to enter the classroom... one in front of the other, like a drone. Something hot pulses …
I'm breathless. Just before I walk into the classroom, I glance over my shoulder. Lo's eyes are deep and piercing. I feel the weight of them hovering, watching. Holding me motionless as time, too, stands still. I force myself to peel my gaze away from his compelling stare, making my feet obey weak commands to enter the classroom... one in front of the other, like a drone. Something hot pulses across the back of my neck, racing across my body, and I can't even think. It's not Ehmora who will be the death of me. It's this boy.
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Forfattere Amalie Howard (forfatter)
Forlag MIRA Ink
Utgitt 08.10.2016
Sjanger Barnebøker, Fantasy, Ungdomsbøker
Serie The Aquarathi
Språk English
Format epub
DRM-beskyttelse LCP
ISBN 9781472010698

I'm breathless. Just before I walk into the classroom, I glance over my shoulder. Lo's eyes are deep and piercing. I feel the weight of them hovering, watching. Holding me motionless as time, too, stands still. I force myself to peel my gaze away from his compelling stare, making my feet obey weak commands to enter the classroom... one in front of the other, like a drone. Something hot pulses across the back of my neck, racing across my body, and I can't even think. It's not Ehmora who will be the death of me. It's this boy.

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