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... the stares not stopping, nor the muttering ceasing. I caught snippets of their hushed conversations—hybrid, luna, duel, beta. I could hear them.
My legs slowly turned to jelly but Vladimir’s hold remained unrelenting. He drew closer each time my legs threatened to buckle, as though he could tell beforehand just when I was about to break.
The path through the crowd pulled me back to my walk down the aisle. I wondered what would block my path this time around.
Then I heard ...
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