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Chapter 48: What We Deserve
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... y chest like it wanted to rip its way out.
The room was too quiet.
Too still.
The absence of warmth beside me was like a slap. I jerked upright, the sheets tangling around my legs as panic bloomed inside me. Where were they? Where was Varen? Kiel? Thorne?
No footsteps. No scent. No presence.
Nothing.
A heavy weight dropped into my stomach, dragging my breath out of me.
And then it hit me. The memory. Like a storm cloud crashing into me—Kiel ...
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