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The brooding Fire Lord of Ashmoor Manor receives an adorable, curvy human as his ward!
I’m getting married today and I’m so freaking depressed. My bridal gown is exquisite. The ring is enormous. But my groom is evil personified and I’m being tricked into this doomed marriage. I’m seconds from breaking into a full-on ugly cry.
And right then, as if by magic, the church doors burst open. Women scream and children scramble as a huge satanic-looking alien stomps down the aisle, flicking his tail, flashing flames and wreaking chaos in his wake. He’s looking right at me.
“Charlotte Cruz?” the devil questions.
I give a jerky nod, shocked into silence.
The monster grunts in response, sweeps me off my feet and carries me away from the altar.
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