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... red-rimmed eyes tightening just a fraction. A slow breath escaped, loosening the weight across her back. Okay then, clear enough - she would not push
Up she stood, then her eyes moved forward, a small wrinkle forming between her brows. With calm certainty, her arm lifted. That voice again - soft but sharp - "Evan... whose idea was it for you to return?"
A flicker at the edge of his vision made Julian D’Aurelius twist sharply, breath catching as if pulled by a string. His pupils w ...
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