Blood Moon

Blood Moon

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It was just supposed to be a fun night. Well, about as fun as being underaged at a nightclub can be. But, no, of course not. Instead, my life turns upside down, in the most annoying way possible. This is all Luke's fault. I blame him for my kidnapping, my lack of shoes, my ability to kick ass, the copious amounts of ruined clothing, the hidden daggers I now get to carry (cool right?), and just about everything that goes wrong ever. Okay, yeah, maybe not all of those are bad. But it's still his fault, and now I'm stuck in a whole new world with all new rules, and I have NO idea what I'm doing. ...See? I should have just stayed home that night.
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