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... r those final, raspy words, the rigid iron in his spine snapped, and he slumped forward.
Isabella barely caught him. The weight was immense; Lucian was a 6’6" wall of muscle and ancient bone, and at 5’5", she felt like a toothpick trying to prop up a falling skyscraper.
She grunted, shoving her shoulder into his armpit and hooking her arm around his waist.
"Okay, okay, I’ve got you," she panted, though she absolutely did not ’have him.’
"God, what do you eat?" Luc ...
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