--I didn’t know what was more dangerous...the things he said or the way his voice seeped into the crevices of my soul.-- — Morgan Smith, Shades of Amber
--I didn’t know what was more dangerous...the things he said or the way his voice seeped into the crevices of my soul.-- — Morgan Smith, Shades of Amber
--I didn’t know what was more dangerous...the things he said or the way his voice seeped into the crevices of my soul.-- — Morgan Smith, Shades of Amber
--I didn’t know what was more dangerous...the things he said or the way his voice seeped into the crevices of my soul.-- — Morgan Smith, Shades of Amber
--I didn’t know what was more dangerous...the things he said or the way his voice seeped into the crevices of my soul.-- — Morgan Smith, Shades of Amber
--I didn’t know what was more dangerous...the things he said or the way his voice seeped into the crevices of my soul.-- — Morgan Smith, Shades of Amber
--I didn’t know what was more dangerous...the things he said or the way his voice seeped into the crevices of my soul.-- — Morgan Smith, Shades of Amber
--I didn’t know what was more dangerous...the things he said or the way his voice seeped into the crevices of my soul.-- — Morgan Smith, Shades of Amber
--I didn’t know what was more dangerous...the things he said or the way his voice seeped into the crevices of my soul.-- — Morgan Smith, Shades of Amber
--I didn’t know what was more dangerous...the things he said or the way his voice seeped into the crevices of my soul.-- — Morgan Smith, Shades of Amber
--I didn’t know what was more dangerous...the things he said or the way his voice seeped into the crevices of my soul.-- — Morgan Smith, Shades of Amber
--I didn’t know what was more dangerous...the things he said or the way his voice seeped into the crevices of my soul.-- — Morgan Smith, Shades of Amber
--I didn’t know what was more dangerous...the things he said or the way his voice seeped into the crevices of my soul.-- — Morgan Smith, Shades of Amber
--I didn’t know what was more dangerous...the things he said or the way his voice seeped into the crevices of my soul.-- — Morgan Smith, Shades of Amber
--I didn’t know what was more dangerous...the things he said or the way his voice seeped into the crevices of my soul.-- — Morgan Smith, Shades of Amber
--I didn’t know what was more dangerous...the things he said or the way his voice seeped into the crevices of my soul.-- — Morgan Smith, Shades of Amber
--I didn’t know what was more dangerous...the things he said or the way his voice seeped into the crevices of my soul.-- — Morgan Smith, Shades of Amber
--I didn’t know what was more dangerous...the things he said or the way his voice seeped into the crevices of my soul.-- — Morgan Smith, Shades of Amber
--I didn’t know what was more dangerous...the things he said or the way his voice seeped into the crevices of my soul.-- — Morgan Smith, Shades of Amber
--I didn’t know what was more dangerous...the things he said or the way his voice seeped into the crevices of my soul.-- — Morgan Smith, Shades of Amber
--I didn’t know what was more dangerous...the things he said or the way his voice seeped into the crevices of my soul.-- — Morgan Smith, Shades of Amber
--I didn’t know what was more dangerous...the things he said or the way his voice seeped into the crevices of my soul.-- — Morgan Smith, Shades of Amber
--I didn’t know what was more dangerous...the things he said or the way his voice seeped into the crevices of my soul.-- — Morgan Smith, Shades of Amber
--I didn’t know what was more dangerous...the things he said or the way his voice seeped into the crevices of my soul.-- — Morgan Smith, Shades of Amber
--I didn’t know what was more dangerous...the things he said or the way his voice seeped into the crevices of my soul.-- — Morgan Smith, Shades of Amber
--I didn’t know what was more dangerous...the things he said or the way his voice seeped into the crevices of my soul.-- — Morgan Smith, Shades of Amber
--I didn’t know what was more dangerous...the things he said or the way his voice seeped into the crevices of my soul.-- — Morgan Smith, Shades of Amber
--I didn’t know what was more dangerous...the things he said or the way his voice seeped into the crevices of my soul.-- — Morgan Smith, Shades of Amber
--I didn’t know what was more dangerous...the things he said or the way his voice seeped into the crevices of my soul.-- — Morgan Smith, Shades of Amber
--I didn’t know what was more dangerous...the things he said or the way his voice seeped into the crevices of my soul.-- — Morgan Smith, Shades of Amber
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--I didn’t know what was more dangerous...the things he said or the way his voice seeped into the crevices of my soul.--My body liked the effect he had on me, but my mind was gathering caution tape and a hazmat suit.

— Morgan Smith, Shades of Amber
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