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... the ache, all fading into shadow except the heaviness in my chest. My heart felt bruised, as though it had been struck in my sleep.
Yet strangely, the burn in my blood was muted, reined in, as if something cool and foreign had threaded itself through me.
I stirred, eyes fluttering open.
The first thing I saw was him.
Soren Nivarre. Squatting before me, his large pale hands pressed against my cheeks, cold as glaciers against my overheated skin. His face was too clo ...
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