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... p> I yanked my hair back for the third time, trying to tame the wild white curls that refused to lie flat. My hands were shaking. It wasn’t nerves—it was dread, heavy and clawing like a stone in my chest.
"Ugh, this is pointless," I muttered, tossing the brush onto the cluttered vanity. "Why even try?"
From my bed, Marcy propped herself up on one elbow and smirked. "Because it’s your mate ceremony, Jo. You can’t show up looking like you just crawled out of a grave."
"Mayb ...
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