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... in the space between them. The air had turned sharp enough to hurt.
Chris’s pheromones flared again, ice spreading in fine fractals across the terrace floor, the scent of ozone cutting through Dax’s lungs like cold smoke. The wind picked up, carrying a hiss that wasn’t quite natural.
His body reacted before his mind did.
"Chris." The name came out rough, his voice barely steady.
Chris’s shoulders rose, breath shallow, every exhale leaving a cloud of vapor in the ...
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