She imagined she could taste the storm in him, the battering winds of desperation and frustration that met her own, blow — Alexandra Bracken, Passenger
She imagined she could taste the storm in him, the battering winds of desperation and frustration that met her own, blow — Alexandra Bracken, Passenger
She imagined she could taste the storm in him, the battering winds of desperation and frustration that met her own, blow — Alexandra Bracken, Passenger
She imagined she could taste the storm in him, the battering winds of desperation and frustration that met her own, blow — Alexandra Bracken, Passenger
She imagined she could taste the storm in him, the battering winds of desperation and frustration that met her own, blow — Alexandra Bracken, Passenger
She imagined she could taste the storm in him, the battering winds of desperation and frustration that met her own, blow — Alexandra Bracken, Passenger
She imagined she could taste the storm in him, the battering winds of desperation and frustration that met her own, blow — Alexandra Bracken, Passenger
She imagined she could taste the storm in him, the battering winds of desperation and frustration that met her own, blow — Alexandra Bracken, Passenger
She imagined she could taste the storm in him, the battering winds of desperation and frustration that met her own, blow — Alexandra Bracken, Passenger
She imagined she could taste the storm in him, the battering winds of desperation and frustration that met her own, blow — Alexandra Bracken, Passenger
She imagined she could taste the storm in him, the battering winds of desperation and frustration that met her own, blow — Alexandra Bracken, Passenger
She imagined she could taste the storm in him, the battering winds of desperation and frustration that met her own, blow — Alexandra Bracken, Passenger
She imagined she could taste the storm in him, the battering winds of desperation and frustration that met her own, blow — Alexandra Bracken, Passenger
She imagined she could taste the storm in him, the battering winds of desperation and frustration that met her own, blow — Alexandra Bracken, Passenger
She imagined she could taste the storm in him, the battering winds of desperation and frustration that met her own, blow — Alexandra Bracken, Passenger
She imagined she could taste the storm in him, the battering winds of desperation and frustration that met her own, blow — Alexandra Bracken, Passenger
She imagined she could taste the storm in him, the battering winds of desperation and frustration that met her own, blow — Alexandra Bracken, Passenger
She imagined she could taste the storm in him, the battering winds of desperation and frustration that met her own, blow — Alexandra Bracken, Passenger
She imagined she could taste the storm in him, the battering winds of desperation and frustration that met her own, blow — Alexandra Bracken, Passenger
She imagined she could taste the storm in him, the battering winds of desperation and frustration that met her own, blow — Alexandra Bracken, Passenger
She imagined she could taste the storm in him, the battering winds of desperation and frustration that met her own, blow — Alexandra Bracken, Passenger
She imagined she could taste the storm in him, the battering winds of desperation and frustration that met her own, blow — Alexandra Bracken, Passenger
She imagined she could taste the storm in him, the battering winds of desperation and frustration that met her own, blow — Alexandra Bracken, Passenger
She imagined she could taste the storm in him, the battering winds of desperation and frustration that met her own, blow — Alexandra Bracken, Passenger
She imagined she could taste the storm in him, the battering winds of desperation and frustration that met her own, blow — Alexandra Bracken, Passenger
She imagined she could taste the storm in him, the battering winds of desperation and frustration that met her own, blow — Alexandra Bracken, Passenger
She imagined she could taste the storm in him, the battering winds of desperation and frustration that met her own, blow — Alexandra Bracken, Passenger
She imagined she could taste the storm in him, the battering winds of desperation and frustration that met her own, blow — Alexandra Bracken, Passenger
She imagined she could taste the storm in him, the battering winds of desperation and frustration that met her own, blow — Alexandra Bracken, Passenger
She imagined she could taste the storm in him, the battering winds of desperation and frustration that met her own, blow — Alexandra Bracken, Passenger
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She imagined she could taste the storm in him, the battering winds of desperation and frustration that met her own, blow for blow.

— Alexandra Bracken, Passenger
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