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... tic storm of logic and instinct tearing against one another like opposing tides beneath a blood-tinted moon.
Come to me.
The command—if it could even be called that—was softer than a whisper, yet it carried the weight of a mountain settling onto her ribs. It wasn’t force.
It wasn’t coercion. It was invitation threaded with inevitability. Isabella’s gaze drifted slowly across the room.
The tray of cold, untouched human food Clara had brought sat abandoned on the sm ...
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