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... ilted.
Shit—I was falling.
But instead of hitting the ground, strong arms caught me, pulling me against a firm chest.
Lyander's chest.
I froze.
His grip was steady, warm—his scent a mix of cigarette smoke and something deeper, darker. His face was close, too close, and the damned smirk on his lips sent every single nerve in my body into a riot.
"Be careful now," he murmured, his voice laced with amusement. "That's already the second time you've fal ...
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