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... precision and timing at my riskiest hour struck a chord deep within me.
What is wrong with me? I shook my head, trying to dispel the intrusive thoughts. A bitter laugh echoed in the recesses of my mind as the irony of feeling like a damsel in distress when I prided myself on my independence and strength.
Ethan turned toward me his expression calm yet focused. His crimson eyes held a subtle warmth that contrasted sharply with the gore-filled clearing.
He stepped closer an ...
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