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𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝟏𝟒

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Reads 352,049
Votes 7,821
Parts 80
Time 4h 53m

katherinebookss

Mature

She is under water, but he will pull her out. 
Whatever it takes.

Tadgh Lynch doesn't do distractions. He's guarded, sharp, and has more baggage than he lets on. But starting at Tommen College, nothing's supposed to shake him-not even her.

Jaylana Pierce is quiet, bruised, and hiding something no one else sees. Secrets are second nature to her. Survival depends on them.

Tadgh knows he should stay away. But the more he sees through her walls, the harder that becomes.

And saving her might just cost him everything.Public Domain

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