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Kael’s smirk faded as he noticed something in her eyes.

Sorrow.

A very deep, lingering sorrow flashed in Ariana greenish eyes.A feeling that bore deep into his heart because he knew that.

The kind that came from betrayal. The kind that left a scar so deep it never fully healed.

He didn’t understand why she had such a look at her age. What could’ve happened to her? What kind of betrayal had she suffered?

His blood boiled as memories of his own past surf ...

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