First Line Friday: Prey (The Hunt, #2)

“How could you keep this from me?”

Moira tried not to glare at the glossy photo of her mom, but she couldn’t help it. Her fingers clamped down on the flimsy bit of memory, her thumbs leaving fat prints at the edges.

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