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... h the hall. It was sharp. Clean. Final.
For a brief second, my mind felt strangely clear like cold wind sweeping through a suffocating room.
No one paid attention to me. All eyes were glued to the storm at the altar.
I reached for a glass of wine.
Before it touched my lips, a long, familiar hand intercepted it.
"Elena."
Lewis’s voice was calm, but there was that quiet Alpha firmness beneath it.
He patted my head lightly. "Be good. Drink at ...
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