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... s, heading straight for Unnamed Island.
Sienna Johnson stood at the bow, her sky-blue dress fluttering in the wind. She seemed so independent and otherworldly that it momentarily gave Adrian Desmond the illusion that she might be carried away by the wind at any second.
His heart tightened.
Adrian, clad in a white shirt and black pants, walked up behind her, encircled her waist, and held her from behind, as if by doing this, she would not be able to leave him.
"Wha ...
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