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36. On the brink of battle
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Lena WindsorHi, guys! Thank you for bearing with me through my break. I know it took me a long time to update, but I needed some time to clear my mind. Hopefully things can get back on track now. I really really thank you all from the bottom of my heart. I've also been ignoring TOO MANY of you guys on social media, but I promise I've been doing it to everyone lol even in my real life. Anyway, I hope the break didn't turn you guys off from the book, and I promise the pace is about to pick up. You know where to find me, just search for Author Lena Windsor <3
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The Way You Taste 32. Testing love
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The Way You Taste 31. Forging strategies
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The Way You Taste 30. Crossroads
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The Way You Taste 29. The morning after
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The Way You Taste 28. Leap of faith
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