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... Cassian’s grip on my arm was ironclad, not bruising but unyielding, steering me through the dim living room toward the bedroom door while his other hand carried the large box.
My head throbbed, a mix of the alcohol fading and whatever the hell had been slipped into my drink lingering like a fever in my veins.
I wanted to shove him away, to scream at him for showing up like some dark knight when he’d ignored me for days, but my body betrayed me, leaning into his solid heat just t ...
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